First day of school and The Breakfast Club

Today is the first day of school. We’ve sent Peanut off to eighth grade. He’s now the senior “cool kid” looking down at the “adorable” and “tiny” (his words) sixth graders, who now confusingly populate his middle school. From what I understand, it’s a rite of passage to stand to the side and look at the fumbling newbies, wisecracking about their much more petite stature and how “cute” they are.

Ironically enough, I’m also watching The Breakfast Club as I write this and know things are going to change drastically next year. No longer will he be the “big dog,” as he’s relegated to “freshman” status and once again, the “low” man on the totem pole. Things will change drastically. Friendships will be more difficult. Cliques will form, and he will go through the rite of passage we’ve all been through. Yes, it worries me, but it’s still a year away. Until then, he’s a guy I can still call Peanut to his face, even if he has a mustache and a voice that confuses people when they call our home due to it’s resonating, almost baritone, qualities.

Today’s pin will also be from my youth — Molly Ringwald. We all wanted to be her, or the characters she portrayed. After all, a girl can still dream of Jake Ryan waiting for her outside the Church.