New Hallways and Old Memories

Today was the last day of school.


As we typically do, my husband and I were there to take photos of our own kids, as well as our friends' children. But today was different. It was our son's last day in the primary wing – our last day, too, since our daughter started school five years ago.


No more trips down the hallway with the close-to-the-ground coat hooks. No more teachers helping put on boots on cold days. No more artwork with stick figure people. Our son had tears in his eyes as he hugged his teacher good-bye. I did, too.


And then it was time for our daughter to make her "turn" from the third and fourth grade hallway to the REALLY big kid hallway where the fifth–eighth grade students are. Big kid lockers, harder school work, more peer pressure. It's a big deal. Even more painful is the fact that her best friend will be moving out of state soon for her father's job.

In fifth grade, a best friend means everything. Someone to share your fears, excitement, questions. Someone to talk to about parents, teachers and yes, even about boys. Sure, we'll arrange some play dates before they leave – and they both have email accounts. But it won't be the same. As a mom, I ache for my daughter. She's had this happen too many times before in her young life.


We do what we can for our kids to support their friendships and growth, but there are some things they must go through alone. Like the first day of school next year when she'll start fifth grade without her bestie. 


Finally, after many hugs and good-byes to friends, teachers and administrators, we leave the school building. "I'm gonna miss this place," my 7-year-old Alex says. "Me too," says 10-year-old Jenni, "I love this school." And we walk slowly to the car.

The Beginnings of This Blog

Yes, we've made it past the baby and toddler years where we spent our days protecting our children from choking hazards, falling down the steps and all the "little kid" risks.


But now we've moved on to those precarious years of grade school. How do we handle bullying, fear of new experiences and sassiness?


In The Return of Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock himself states, "Elementary, dear Watson, Elementary." I'm pretty sure he wasn't talking about elementary school, because that's far more complex than any mystery Holmes ever unraveled. Join us as we search for clues to elementary school kids – and the parents who travel this road with them.