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I feel sorry for all teachers right now because I think these last few weeks of school must be so hard. The kids are DONE. I know mine are. It feels like summer weather outside and they’ve sat in the classroom for the last 9 months and they want to play and be free. I have to remind mine to finish their homework and there have been a few rushed mornings when they’ve forgotten. Like forgotten on purpose.
There are two little five year old boys that I watch some days in the pre-school pick up line. After they exit their preschool doors, they race full speed down the sidewalk (it helps that it has a downhill grade) with their moms following close behind straight to the playground behind the school. Every time I see them I want to run out with my camera and get this picture. Their arms are pumping hard, their tongues between their teeth, their eyes glancing at each other (because you know all boys have to race!), and this is the best part…their feet hardly touch the ground except a quick slap of the pavement with their little tennis shoes. They are suspended in air time and time again, while their legs cycle round and round. It’s straight out of a Norman Rockwell print and it makes my heart just burst.
But then the girls. Oh boy, with the pigtails. Or just the talk, talk, talk. There is nothing like a conversation with a little girl is there? You can take away all the knowledge in the world and you only need about 20 minutes.
We have new neighbors behind us and the kids are so excited…they are good pals already.
I have new sand in our sandbox. We bought new crayons.
I’ve planted a few pots of flowers. My peonies are blooming. I’ve done as much weeding as I will ever manage this summer.
It’s going to be a fun low-key back yard summer, and I’m as excited as the kids are.