First Day: Production

I don’t know about how first days of school went for you… but for me, they were a full-on production. There were costumes, hair, and photo shoots {I would say make-up, but I didn’t actually start wearing make-up until college.}

A quick glance at Facebook tells me that First Day of School productions are still happening!

This makes me so happy! Here’s why:

I am a full believer that the busy world CAN take a moment to PAUSE in support of EDUCATION. Just like stopping, no matter how late for work you are, when a school bus stops to pick up a child. Moments should be taken to show our respect and appreciation for education!

Yes, I realize that not all children react for First Day of School productions in the same way. I was the kid who pressured other kids to hurry up! “Come on! Get on the bus faster so that we can get to school!” I was the kid who had paper and pens placed strategically in my book bag, just in case something amazing happened and I needed to take note! But I have to give credit where credit is due. All of my passion and desire to learn came from my family. This is why families must remember their very important roles in a child’s education.

I grew up watching my grandfather draft sermons in his office; the walls were bookshelves, packed with books!

I grew up watching my grandmother read, book after book, and I’d listen to her personal reviews.

I grew up watching my mother organize thoughts for an organization: scheduling, marketing, accounting.

I grew up watching my father build and fix cars, engineering them just the way he wanted.

I grew up watching my aunts discuss their classroom methods, and my uncles discussing their business methods.

I grew up with cousins and my little brother to bounce ideas off of, and we even created an organization of our own {The Close Cousins Club} of which we took very seriously, appointing a President, Vice President, Secretary and Treasury position. We even had our own pens made, with our Close Cousins Club emblem running down the side, to record our meetings.

I grew up in a world that intrigued me, and encouraged me – directly and indirectly – to learn as much as I can! I loved this world and this world loved me!

But things weren’t always perfect. I struggled fiercely in math. I got contacts in elementary school. I was basically the only redhead in the school. I had my friends, but I had my enemies. My feelings got hurt. I had braces. I broke my wrist, twice. I got the {rumored} worst teacher EVER in third grade, then ended up loving her. I’ve forgotten to do homework. I’ve failed tests. I got the flu. I had 10 teeth pulled. My education years weren’t always smooth sailing.

I owe so much to my family for helping me to… get through it! To grow through it.

My family stayed a constant, solid ground for me throughout the sometimes tumultuous years. They would push me, sometimes pull me, in the right direction, while allowing me to learn from my own mistakes. But the best thing my family did was {drum roll} allow me to put things on my own plate. If I wanted to take an AP class, fine, it was my responsibility. If I wanted to add an extra dance class, OK, but it was my responsibility. If I wanted to read the “extra thick” book for the project instead of the easy one, great, but it was my responsibility.

I put a lot on my plate. And my mom held me to it. Thank you for that.

So as you {Parents + Children} start your new academic year, think ahead! Think about what you, as parents, want your child to write about in a blog 20 years down the road.

Parents: What do you want your child to remember you did to help them through this learning process, pre-kindergarten through 12-year graduation?

Students: What do you want to look back on and remember? Feel proud of? Have record of?

Because you can’t get these years back. They are yours for only a special amount of time. So use them to the best of your ability. Create memories.

These are the years, this is the education, this is the life… worth fighting for.

 

 

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