Okay, perhaps dread is a strong word. But the first day is not my favorite. Here’s a conversation that happened in my living room yesterday, when my sons got home from school and I was lying on the couch, recovering from a migraine:
Me: Ugh. Tomorrow is my first day of school. I hate the first day of school.
Me (melodramatically): Seriously, I do. I feel like a stupid dork. I feel like I might have forgotten how to teach.
Boys (earnestly): Mom, you shouldn’t say that about yourself. You are a very good teacher.
Me: Yeah, but everything is so hard, and I have to talk all day, and I lose my voice, and I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.
Boys (shocked): Mom, you need to have a positive attitude. You can do this! You have lots of experience and you will be just fine.
Me (touched and secretly giggling on the inside): Thanks, guys. You’re sweet.