My back-to-school shopping days are over but it all came back to me when I visited Staples last week. I was there for printer ink but I couldn’t resist the four foot stack of 17 cent spiral notebooks and the racks of Disney character folders and the bins of colorful school tools. I didn’t need any of it but I want it. . . all of it. . . it’s a crazy emotional trigger made worse possibly by the fact that I was a teacher for 10 years.
Then I heard a conversation that reminded me of the real meaning of back-to-school.
“Mom! I NEED this one!”
“That one is too expensive. Get the other one.”
“That one doesn’t have Transformers on it! And Mrs. Shipley says I need 8 notebooks.”