Mikey starts kindergarten on Wednesday. He is attending the same Catholic elementary school I did as a child, which pleases me to no end. Growing up without extended family in a new country means everything is new, including your history. I used to envy the kids in my class whose parents or cousins or Aunt Petunias twice removed were “alumni.” Mikey will now be one of those kids who can point to the asphalt on the far east side of the play ground and know his mother skinned her knee there, 24 years ago during recess. I am thrilled to give him something he will most likely think is completely ordinary and never appreciate.
In exchange for history, Mikey is giving me–I hope–almost eight hours alone with Nicholas five days a week. In addition to quality time, I’m also getting time to write. I’ve decided to give myself a writing assignment. I don’t know what, exactly, I will write about. I don’t even know what I will write. Fiction? Essays? Haikus? The goal is to simply write creatively. We’ll see how it goes.
Anyone else looking forward to school starting up again? What do you plan to do with the change in your schedule?