Going Back To School
Tuesday, August 28th, 2007This week has begun as a very hectic one. Yesterday was the first day of school for my girls. Including the very first day of school for my youngest who also just had her sixth birthday the day before. Today was my first day of school in over 15 years. I was so worried I was going to be the oldest person in class and was very relieved when I wasn’t. As a matter of fact one class has two women who were going back to school after over twenty years. Isn’t it great to know it is never to late to fulfill a dream? I am excited to be back in school. I am even more excited that the first day is over. I am sure I was more nervous then my six year old was. What was really meaningful today was when my dear friend who is so excited about me going back to school waited for me at our daughter’s school so she could take a first day of school picture of me. She told me it was going to be for a scrapbook page. I would have never thought of making my own first day of school scrapbook page. I had taken pictures of my girls yesterday especially for scrapbooking. Isn’t it amazing how the artist forgets about themselves? Why not make a scrapbook page about you? If you care so much to record special moments in others lives don’t you think they would like to see something about you as well? One of my professors today said that getting up everyday and doing something is like walking over a bridge. On the other side of the bridge there is some kind of change no matter how little. I think that wraps today up pretty well.

My grandmother and my aunt were both astonished so they had to come up with something quick. Luckily this was the late 70’s and ruffle and lace were a common embellishment for the dresses. So grandmother found some ultra wide eyelet lace and added it to the hem and sleeves of my dress. Viola it fit perfect. However it no longer looked exactly like the other little girls dress and she made a comment about it. I don’t remember what she said but I remember it making me cry all over. I don’t know what my grandmother said to me and I am pretty sure my mom god bless her was telling me to suck it up but I some how stopped my bawling and by the time it was to walk down the aisle I was okay.
I don’t know what would have happened if it wasn’t for my grandmother and her quick thinking. I remember not wanting to be in the wedding because I felt like a freak show in the dress that was too short.








