happy monday morning!
we can say that today because chances are you are off and relaxing at home instead of going about your normal monday morning routine.
don’t you just love a holiday!
and you can bet that by the time this evening rolls around, i will still have the biggest smile on my face [as i lollygag on the new couch]. i may even pick up the phone and call mom just to gleefully chuckle with her as we say, “we are so happy not to be going back to school!” with both of us being former teachers, labour day evening now is truly a time of relaxation. [i don't know of one teacher who will sleep well tonight - just goes with the territory. that being said, i do wish all my teacher friends the very best tomorrow!]
growing up, i truly loved going back to school. [it was only my three years of teaching where the night-before-the-return-to-the-classroom was anxiety-filled]. the newness of the whole first-day-of-school experience really appealed to me. we always had a brand new outfit to wear, new backpack or tote bag of some sort, and the usual assortment of untouched school supplies.
i don’t have too many clear memories of how we spent labour day itself, when we were young. i do know that we were always at home – we weren’t the type to come home from vacation or a day trip on this last weekend before school. so, the monday holiday would have been spent around the home, playing with neighbourhood friends, or in the teen years, watching tv.
that being said, we did have one annual tradition that i remember with extreme clarity!
on labour day monday evening, mom, dad, the brother and i would all go out to tim horton donuts.
we’d all choose a treat [chocolate glazed was my go-to!] and then sit around a table, chat, and get ready for…
…dad’s annual back-to-school speech.
poor dad. to this day, we still tease him every year about giving us that speech. at the time, however, it was no joke! after we’d
inhaled enjoyed our donut, dad would turn all serious, and in a tone more solemn and stern than usual, he would lecture rally us for the upcoming school year.
i don’t remember exactly what dad would say, but it was along the lines of how we would need to work hard at our school work, stay focussed, and not be swayed by outside forces. the funny part is that the brother and i were both straight “a” students, so the relevance of this speech is what is questionable!
then, dad would turn his attention to our futures and remind us that hard work would allow us to pursue whatever career we desired. [i also distinctly remember an era where dad was very gung-ho about the fact that the brother and i should both be dentists in a joint practice, and he would be our business manager - sorry, dad, that this did not come to pass!].
for sure, dad’s heart was in the right place. but there was much eye-rolling and shoulder-heaving sighing from the brother and i as we anticipated dad’s back-to-school speech. and like i said, to this day, we tease dad, and every year we make some smart-ass comment, asking if he’ll be delivering his lecture to us. good thing dad can put up with teasing!
any back-to-school traditions from your past? it was always exciting to find out who my teacher would be and which friends would be in my class, too, on that tuesday morning back!
p.s. – > dad, if you want to buy me a donut later today, i won’t say no. just no speeches, ok?!!