"Muffin likes to visit," was written in the Comments section of my 1st grade report card. Mrs. Rebecca Kummer, stalwart of the First Baptist Church, noted my delight in talking with classmates. My classroom included a row of windows on the north side and is visible from Main Street. Watching my own children conclude a school year brings back good memories of school days in Franklin, Kentucky.
Mrs. Kummer was always dressed in a skirt, often a suit, and wore nude hose. Let me remind everyone that 70's hose were fierce. Thank you Kardashians for revitalizing shapewear. Mrs. Kummer's jewelry was 'sparkly' to me, yet as I reflect it was understated and professional. She read one verse to us from an enormous Bible each morning, and each morning we pledged allegiance to the flag. Remember the reading groups, math sheets and SRA??
The rhythms of the school year provide predictability. The END of the school year makes Mamas (and grandmothers, aunts, cousins and friends) frazzled. It's that crescendo of excitement that summer is approaching, don't ya think? And the celebration of graduates, of course. The shared experiences of the end of school--field days, award ceremonies, all the 'lasts' that mark milestone years. Mrs. Kummer did not run down the hall with her hair on fire but I know plenty of people who could! We're all ready to exhale. Summer break has arrived. I still like to visit. When I told my children I planned to add to the blog they questioned my platform. "Does anyone even know how to find you?" "Mom, is that one outdated?" The questions were valid but I'm continuing what I started...a place to share. A place to visit. An interchange of ideas. I'll be here. You'll know it's me. No fakes allowed. Everyone breathe. #IYKYK
