Summer melts into school days and even though my own children are grown and out of school I still dabble in carpool lines with my grandkids. Just as when I was in Kindergarten, the time held tradition continues. (I'm third from the right)
When visiting my two oldest grandkids in Minnesota, I'm always along for the ride to drop them off or pick them up. This year they are in second and forth grades.
I always know when our local schools start because an elementary school is my backyard neighbor, I love hearing the kids noise out on the playground and the school bells ringing. A school zone slows the traffic on my street as school buses rumble past my home.
This year another of my grandchildren started Kindergarten. I remember my kindergarten days and they are fun and exciting times. The first week of school I had the joy of driving my enthusiastic Kindergartner to her school one Friday. I think I was as excited to be in school mode as she was. It was a bit intimidating finding my way into the proper place for drop off and then pick up. I know all too well there are strict rules about such things. I may be a grandma but such adventures bring back lots of memories of driving my own five children to school.
With school starting in August, summer heat still lingers. Today it reminded me of something I wrote in 1992 while living in Texas. It was a hot carpool day 21 years ago. I don't think the experience has changed very much when the temperatures are soaring.
It is so hot today!
The soles of my feet burn on the asphalt.
The top of my head smolders.
My clothes are wet and sticky.
Even my eyes burn in the intense heat.
Droplets form across my forehead and
I feel drips sliding down my neck.
I'm in my sun-scorched van
waiting in the carpool line.
School will be out soon.
When the bell rings,
I search the crowd for the little faces
From one school to the next
Waiting at each school
in the August heat,
in the carpool line,
for my children.