We don't know why the second graders are sad. They have been asked, but they aren't telling.
At first I thought it was just Will, and I was worried. The Big Sadness runs in my family. It hits some members harder than others, and mostly manifests itself first thing in the morning. I have dealt with it all my life, and am happy to report that having a dog has helped enormously. But I worry about my children. Will they get it, too?
For the last week, Will has been quick to anger, a fast-draw on the pout, easily moved to tears, and a little bit on the irrational side. I've asked him if something was wrong at school, but he says no. Did anything happen at recess, at lacrosse practice, when he was over at a friend's? No, no, no.
Do you think it's just that you're tired, I ask, and he says maybe that's it.
So I've been worried. And then I talked to my friend Sarah, and her second grader is sad, too. Not only that, she talked to another mom--same thing. Sad second grader.
Is it the time change? The increased pollen count? No one knows.
(Oh, by the way, I finally finished that quilt I started last summer.)
Now that I know that it's not just Will, but that all the second graders are sad, I feel better. Perplexed, but better. Yet and still, what could it be? What is it about spring and being eight, or very close to eight, that would have you mopey and prone to crying?
There are no answers here. Just questions. Just mysteries.
Oh, and I finished a quilt. Did I mention that?