Last Day Lunch Lament

Last day of school!

Last day of making lunches!

Based on the groundswell of social media lament, it seems I am not alone in my celebration of no more lunch making.  Today’s last lunch was pretty weak.   It consisted of the following:  Two plums (starting off well!), two pepperettes (uh oh), some stale crackers (wheels are wobbling), chocolate dipped granola bars (finally, health food) and four pieces of red licorice (admitting defeat).

I am also happy for my boys. Their smiles came easy this morning as I tossed their hair and kissed their foreheads, wishing them a fun final day.  Tonight we are celebrating with a toy store gift and a burger dinner, which they very much deserve, both coming home with pretty stellar report cards.  Not straight A’s, but A’s and B+’s, with steady improvement in all areas over the course of the year.

Not going to lie, Steph and I gave each other the WTF look going over Hud’s grades.  He did much better than we anticipated; us believing his mid-semester uptick in tomfoolery would dilute the actual work.  It did not, turns out he shines a bit in math and his comprehension is solid, just a messy writer. Hello more keyboard work next year.

Tasman continues to beam, so proud of the grocery story bag full of work he lugged home. He purposefully brought over his daily workbook and the progress is so apparent at his age, the writing moving from illegible to totally legible and his reading – the grade one benchmark – is pretty advanced.  He just finished Ulysses.  I know, I know, the abridged version, but still.

While basking in the non-lunch making moment, I find it difficult not to project through the summer to September, where Hudson will begin grade six, or as I like to call it, the end of innocence. Grade five for me is a bit foggy, but grade six is clear, truth-dare-double- dare-promise-to-repeat clear.  Where Stairway to Heaven was the longest slow dance and boner ever, and as latch key kids, the sneaky dabbling teetered on the cusp of debauchery.

But that was me, they are not me, that was then, this is not even now.  Now is no lunches, no school, no problem.

Couple of beginning of the school year photos just for fun.