15 thoughts on “Turning another page”

  1. I would have cried. Heck, I teared up dropping Jemma off at 4K today! I don't know what I will do when she has to go to school all day everyday!!

  2. You were braver than me Karen! I balled when my son started kindergarten last week! Your son looked happy and I love his tie!! Lookin' sharp…

    I hope his first day was great!

  3. My husband is Jewish, I am Lutheran, and we sent our daughters to a Catholic high school. They now say they are "Jewtheratholics."

    Anyway — the guys do look sharp in their uniforms, and it does solve (at least for girls) the "what will I wear" morning crises. Unless of course the laundry didn't get done. And if those shirts are like the ones the kids at our school wore, eventually the Moms stop ironing and just give them a good SNAP out of the dryer and hang them slightly damp to dry. Close enough.

    At least you won't have to deal with the dreaded rolling up of the pleated skirts!

    We too were public ed true believers but sometimes circumstances force other choices upon you. Our kids did fine. Both graduated at the top of their classes, did college on free ride academic scholarships, and one is in the middle of a PhD program paid for by USC, the other in an MFA program at Rutgers, also funded by the school.

    So our tuition payments paid off, and my girls say that surviving Catholic high school gave them unique coping skills, like how to learn French despite the 90 year old nun who thought she was supposed to be teaching Latin, and figure out how to analyze literature in spite of the English teacher who was certified in Biology. It made them independent scholars, and 100 percent of the graduates of that school go on to college.

    I'm not sure if any become trophy truck drivers, but you never know. hang in there — Catholic HS is a long strange trip, and get ready now to have your pockets picked regularly.

    As for the growing up of the offspring — well, that just stinks, and I wish I had my kids back in Winnie The Pooh sleepers, but instead I hope that someday the give me grandchildren before I'm too old to recognize them.

    Believe me, so many of us feel your pain — and it is really pain, mixed with pride, but it is a wrench.
    Good luck to your son! The guys looked spiffy heading off — Cass

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