Today was the last day of the holidays, and after the weekend my eldest boy will be starting Year 1 and my youngest will be entering his second year of private nursery. Summer seems to have swept by and before we know it, boom it’s September and we’re back at school.
At the end of the school year, I can’t wait for the summer but by the end of it, i’m glad we’re all still alive!! The relaxed manner of living we’ve led over the last 6 weeks soon takes it’s toll and there comes a time when some routines need to return! It’s always an emotional time of year as bitter sweet thoughts constantly fill my head; “thank goodness they’re going back to school” to “I wish you would stop growing up so fast”.
I’ve really enjoyed the carefree lifestyle of later nights, and later mornings. Everything seems to move at a slower pace. We’ve been on so many adventures, re-connected and made life-long memories. Most of all though we’ve enjoyed having time – time together that wasn’t borrowed. Sometimes it feels as though summer is a short term loan from all the schedules, routines and after school activities. But Monday will come soon enough, and the hectic mornings and evenings will start once again.
Each new school year is a new beginning, an opportunity to learn and experience new things. It scares me though that I will never have these precious years back again, so whilst I will them to go back to school, my heart sinks with the thought of my children developing their independent wings and no longer needing me.
It’s important to remember though at this bi-polar bitter sweet time of year, that our children will always need us, and whilst I’ve loved spending time with my children this summer, i’m looking forward to the return of my sanity.
Mother to Brothers 