
By Judith Roberts
I don’t remember any of my first days of school.
Maybe that’s strange, not to have vivid memories of any of my first days, especially considering how much I photographically document my own children’s first days of school. And I certainly remember my kids’ first days.
I remember my older daughter, Alice, having to miss the first day of preschool because she woke up with her first crick in her neck – it was very memorable for all of us, because she didn’t understand why her neck hurt so much, and it was very scary for her little 4-year-old self. I remember her first day of kindergarten, when we walked with her into the classroom and saw her desk and her classmates, and she looked so grown at age 6.

I remember the last days, too – the last days at preschool, the last days of elementary school, when you realize you’ll never be back at that school again. Those days were the hardest for our little girl, Penny. I think with Alice, it was easier because she knew, even if she was leaving her school, baby sister would still be there, so it wasn’t really goodbye.
It was really goodbye for Penny, though.
However, Penny has had easier first of school days – because even though she “graduated” from her old school, we knew she was going to another great school. We knew the teachers, principal, and expectations. I always thought she had it a little bit easier because we knew what to expect for her.
Every year, especially for Penny, she’s worried about her new teachers because she always loved her previous teachers so much. And now, thank goodness, I’m able to say, “Well, but remember last year, you were nervous, too, and then you loved your teacher this past year, didn’t you?” She and Alice have had some amazing teachers, and that does make the academic year transition easier.
So as we trade in our swimsuits for school uniforms, our flip flops for sneakers, and our sleeping late for an alarm clock, I’ll make sure to get out the First Day of School chalkboard out (in fact, I just ordered the markers because we ran out last year!), make space in my camera storage, and recall every second of rushing them out the door to school. And I will wait in eager anticipation to hear all about their first day.
They may not remember their first days – or even their last days. But I will.
























