By Rose Nolen Contributing Columnist
January 1, 2014
Waking up to the new year is always exciting. It’s hard to believe that we’ve crossed over to a new century and have already started picking up the new building blocks to begin construction.
We look around at our families, hardy and strong, ready to start the new path, building for the future. The new plans are already in the suitcase ready to unroll. Parents are all ready to begin, getting kids in the “go” position for learning.
As we start into a new year, it’s hard to imagine all the new things that will be in store for us. We’ll get to hang around a while, doing the things we usually do, but before long, times will change. The time will come for us to change schools, we’ll move from class to class with hardly a break.
Looking at each new year as a separate thing, is the way we sometimes do. We look at our old toys and begin to set them aside. We put out our new stuff and line them up on our desks. And before we get everything straightened out, things begin to fall in place. Old friends, new friends, old games, new games, old toys, new toys, pretty soon they all come together and everything is back the way it was.
Getting ready to embark on a new mission, was the way we thought of things when I was a little girl. We loved to set out on a new assignment. Once we got moving and everything settled back into place we could begin to make new headrows. And just as we got everything back in place, things started to move again. Why? It was always the boys. Boys always moved things. Boys mixed everything up.
Within a day or two, our mother would get things straightened out. Boys, would move their toys into another room. Girls would have a room all to themselves. In this room there would be girl things. In the next room, there would be boy things. When play time was over, everyone would come together to read books and happy times were there again.