I hope I can remember to keep an interesting, fresh, inspired selection of food on hand for snacks and lunches.
I hope we get up early, and leave on time, every single day of the year.
I hope no one gets a homework assignment that requires Herculean effort, causes family strife, or devastates our weekend plans.
I hope we don't stink. You know, like when we run out of clean socks, can't find the very important form, can't volunteer, or dread volunteering. Stink, as in running late for pick-up, or forgetting that it's crazy hair day. It stinks to be the mom that didn't read the memo about the special assembly, the special meeting, the special once-in-a-lifetime event. Speaking of special, it can stink to have special needs, to not fit the "regular" bill.
I hope we keep our humor. I hope we don't give up, or feel like surrendering.
I hope we can enjoy making HenCakes...
It's the second day, of second grade... forms are filled, socks are on, breakfast was delicious, and she wore a ribbon in her hair. So far, so good.