One Week Down

 Monday started the new school year.  My 5th year in the cafeteria.  It feels different this year.  I don't know if it's because I no longer have my own kids there or the frustration of doing the same thing every day.  Maybe it's both.  I feel this pull for a change and I've been praying that if it's time that God could lead me to something better.  I like the job.  It doesn't make me miserable.   Tired, sore feet, but not miserable. 

My son is now a freshman in high school and that just baffles me.  It's definitely a big change.  I take him to school and pick him up so I get that chance to look at the other students.  Oh my goodness!  It seems teenagers these days are a lot more grown than they were in my time.  It makes me sad to think I have a high schooler.  He's still just a baby to me.  He seems to be doing okay with being there but has filled me in on his American History teacher who has been pushing her political views on the kids.  I understand why many parents homeschool.  If only I could.

My daughter has started middle school and that has definitely been a huge difference from elementary.   She's reunited with old friends and made some more.  But the bullies from last year are still an issue for her.  It seems she's handling it well though, as I'm constantly reminding her that the problem is within them and not her.  

The nice thing is all of the Covid safety procedures seem to be a thing of the past and everything feels normal again.  I don't know what the rest of the year will look like but for now it's all about adjusting to the newness of being in middle and high school.