Saturday mornings are my favorite. But the first Saturday morning of school’s summer vacation needs be savored, spent, and even squandered in any way I’d like. It’s a hard-earned kind of Saturday. A deep breath exhaled kind of Saturday. Maybe even an ice cream for breakfast kind of Saturday.
An ordinary Saturday feels relief. A week’s worth of pressures put aside for at least 24 hours, and I feel free. But the first summer Saturday? Especially this year’s first summer Saturday? My body – held taut for ten months, and anxiously tense for the past three – already softens just a bit. I’m giddy. Maybe delirious. Full of ideas, I-can’t- wait-tos, and do-ya-wannas. And ready – so ready – for no plans at all.
My mind, however, remains full, busy, and a little scattered. All those students. Their hearts, still near. Their efforts, remembered. It’s a reflecting sort of time, these first days of summer. Wistful. Nostalgic. Contemplative.
And here’s a little secret only teachers know: thinking, dreaming, and mentally readying – for next year – began about a month ago.
Still, today’s Saturday. The first Saturday of summer vacation. And I’m raising my ice cream scoop in celebration.
2 thoughts on “a certain sort of saturday”
what would our lives look like if every day was Saturday?
and if we celebrated with ice cream … before supper?
in praise of ordinary, extraordinary days. may they fill our summer time.
we’ve been waiting with expectancy, yes?
Ordinary extraordinary days. Yes! Exactly! After all we’ve been through, the ordinary is welcome and celebrated! What’s your ice cream flavor of choice?