Today we bought school supplies. New shoes. A school uniform. Socks that don’t have holes in them.
My son was indifferent, but I threw myself at the supplies of fresh notebook paper. “Oh, yes!” Pens. Pencils. Highlighters and binders. I could have thrown the reams and reams of lined paper on the floor and rolled around in them. They are my life’s blood. The smell drives me wild.
I’ll miss my son when he goes to school, but at the same time, I’m hungry for the chance to create. My daughter still takes naps. So while he’s gone, and she’s napping…worlds and characters will be created. I’m so happy I could cry.