School started this morning.
Like every year, the early part of August makes me all conflicted…am I excited about school starting, or dreading it?
As a kid, I can remember crying at the end of summer (and Christmas break); I LOVED summer, and yet, I really liked school, too, so the idea of getting back to seeing my friends every day, etc. was really desirable, too.
As a mom, I love the return of routine, and if I’m being totally honest, the break from the kids is nice. However, the flip side of that is that I do miss them, and the fun things we did all summer long. The stress over listening to them bicker with each other is replaced by anxiety about them not being here with me. The sadness reminds me that yet another summer has slipped by, with my kids getting older, and I really don’t like that one bit.
Because next year, on this very day, I’ll be writing to you as a mom with all of her kids in full day school. Enter identity crisis that I have a year to get an ulcer about…I’m a mom of young kids…you know, that mom who, even if she has some kids in school, still has a little one home with her. It’s who I am. Except it’s not who I’ll be come next August.
Welcome to the crazy, y’all. Pull up a seat.
Back to this year, and summer ending, and school. Yesterday, the boys decided to play this game downstairs that involved a lot of long-untouched toys. They played for three hours straight with no fighting, no break in play, nothing. Just having fun, the three of them. It was the perfect end to summer, and solidifies my feelings about playing with friends, which is this: I have NOTHING against the boys having friends over to play, or going to a friend’s house. It’s a nice break in routine for all of us, kids and adults alike. But we had 3 boys in the span of less than 5 years, and by golly, they’re going to be friends with each other if it’s the last thing I do. I want their memories of childhood to be filled with things they did together, and that means not doing stuff all of the time that pulls us away from home or each other.
Which brings me to this morning. And the pulling away from each other. I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
We drove the boys to school this morning (Matt came too!), and after we left, Jack Henry started to cry again. But this time, it was because his buddies were gone. It’s just so sad to watch! So I was sad about that, and then I got even sadder because next year, he won’t be left behind. Ugh. I’m a mess.
Hope all of you out there had (or will soon have) a great first day back!