Many years ago I was visiting with fellow quilters, when one of the ladies informed us it was her birthday. We all sang to her and when we hit the last note, Marge said “My husband forgot it was my birthday today.” Many sighs came from the gathering, at which point Marge said, “Oh no! It is a good thing. Now I will celebrate on the tenth of the next month, and the next and the next.” Of course we all had a good laugh and then we all decided it might be a good idea if ours were forgotten as well.
Next month I’ll have my birthday. I will be on a cruise from Detroit to Portland, Maine, which might be considered a very good birthday present. But I celebrated today as well, in anticipation of the event. I took my daughter on our annual “back to school shopping” spree for my present.
I remember those days….. the frenzy about what would be needed, the notebook, the crayons, the discussion about what to wear for the first day. I have seen the lists put out by the schools today and it is a lot longer than any requirements we had “back in the day.” The schools provided more than desks and texts back then I guess. Today there are all the electronics kids want as well.
It is my oldest child that benefits from my birthday back to school shopping every year. She is still the one going to school… not as a student, but as a teacher, and, apparently, teaching three and four year olds is a very messy job because we replace pants and shirts every year – and I manage to find a few things for myself as well. I would have bought her a box of crayons if she had asked. She’s a terrific teacher and deserves the best!
I was not a quilter when Amelia was in preschool, but I did sew most of my girl’s dresses. I learned how to smock and sent Amelia off to school in one of her many smocked dresses. Of course, I got a note from the teacher reminding me of the messiness of preschool and to “please put my child in play clothes.” I had to tell her: those are her play clothes.
Saturday was the day for our trip to the outlet mall, looking for the right preschool clothes, and lunch at the Olive Garden. School has begun for teachers with meetings and discussions, plans for the year ahead. Amelia filled me in with her usual enthusiasm, even about the prospect of having a surplus of three-year-olds. Now I am caught up on the latest of what I need to know if I were to teach and I am, thankfully, back home, glad I will not be returning to a classroom this fall.
I loved my job. I really don’t think I ever had a day I did not want to be in my classroom, but this thing called age has tired me out. I’ll stay home and hear about those first days and recall the days when it was fun for me too, and my “preschool” daughter, rather teacher, will be arrayed in new “play” clothes for the event. Happy Birthday to me.