1st Day of School
School began today and so begins the new adventure of life at a Christian school. It will be our first time to actually pay for our kids to attend school. Do you notice anything about the picture? Yes, the kids have to wear uniforms to school. As you might imagine this has not been an exciting thing for the kids.
All I’ve heard about the last two weeks has been conformity and the freedom of self expression. Does it matter that I had to wear a uniform my entire grade school, middle school career? No, of course not. So I’m trying to show them ways they can still express individuality.
For example they can be creative with their shoes. How about some nice two-tone, patent leather shoes? Reese has to wear a belt (yes, first time ever) but nothing says he can’t wear a Pat Boone belt, right? And underwear for example. I explained to him just this morning that he could get creative and wear crazy underwear – like his dad – when I used to wear underwear. Okay, I meant to say when I used to wear CRAZY underwear.
I’m okay with the uniform thing. I’m thrilled to be in the same facility as the kids during the day. I’m not wildly excited that I have to leave the house at 7:15AM (being more of a night owl and all) but maybe I’ll reach a new level of productivity being in the office so early. I might even start wearing underwear again. Okay, I meant to say I might even start wearing CRAZY underwear again.
Since the information about your underwear is more than I want to know (!), I’ll bypass any comments there and say I hope Madison and Reese have a great school year. There have been a lot of changes for you and your family this summer. Wearing a uniform will seem as natural as breathing after a couple of weeks. (I’ve always wished I worked where I had to wear them. It would take away some at least one decision I have to make in the late evening or early morning, neither of which are really great times for me!)
My boss has a saying, “Change is good. YOU go first!” I like that.
BTW, I’ve been checking the church’s website to see when your pictures are posted. So far, nothing. (I mean, I’m not going to forget what you look like or anything!)
You don’t wear the Superman tights under your street clothes any more?
I would not have minded if our children had worn uniforms. Sure would have saved us HOURS shopping for one of my children whom shall remain nameless. Josh pretty much wore a uniform every day – jeans and T-shirt.
Perhaps you could “uniform” your underwear when you start wearing it again, I mean when you wear it, I mean as you wear it.
I’m worn out thinking about it.
Enjoy the early mornings.
There are some images I’d just as soon not have in my head….. like the one of your kids. Oh, no wait, that’s not the image I was thinking of. Ick! I just thought of the one I was thinking of. Good grief. You’ve been in California two weeks & you’re already polluting our minds.
Jerry Seinfeld said it best:
“Oh no….you know what this means don’t you? The only thing between him and us is a thin piece of gaberdeen.”
Or maybe it was Kramer, who said:
“I’m out there Jerry and I’m loooooovin’ it. I feel like naked innocent boy runnin’ through the country side.”
I’ll let you decide. I’m just glad to hear you’re wearing pants again.
It makes no difference what you dress those kids in…look at their beautiful faces! They could be wearing trash bags and it would still be obvious they have success and unlimited potential written all over them.
Must come from their Mother’s side…..
since I have to be in the office with you I will have to dscipline myself to not think about your underware…the fact that it’s CRAZY or perhaps that is just isn’t……
I thought I left all of this behind when I began working for the CHURCH.
Hey Randy – surfing around and am learning that you have moved, that your kids are starting a private school, that you are a loud talker and yet – not a word about Beth.
Drop me (and John) a line and let us know about all your changes. Tell Beth to write a little too.
As I have advised other parents whose children wear uniforms, accessorize, accessorize, accessorize.
Let’s start with piercings. Ears, eyes, nose, throat.
Move on with Tattoos (or tats as the young hep cats call them these days). A good tat will stay with them for a lifetime. And what a special gift.