Written by Melissa Camara Wilkins
The smell of freshly sharpened pencils is the scent of possibility. I stand by that. A sheaf of blank paper, piles of sticky notes: these are the things dreams are made of. Doesn’t everyone love school supplies? (Please say yes.)
I am keeping an eye out for new markers, but in the meantime the supply I’m really stocking up on is permission slips.
A permission slip, really?
“Permission slips?” you might ask. “Those little papers that say, Yes, my child has permission to ride the bus. Yes, my child has permission to pet the goats. Yes, my child has permission to visit the bakery/factory/power plant for educational purposes? That is not even a school supply.”
Oh, but it is! (And never mind the thing about the goats, that isn’t relevant here.)
A permission slip says, “Hey, this thing that you were not sure was okay? It is okay. It is definitely, totally, completely, okay.”
It isn’t an excuse or a get-out-of-jail-free card. It’s a way of saying, “I’m not going to do things the usual way. Here’s what I have decided to do instead.”
And before we jump into this next season, I think we might need to write some for ourselves.