Sweet, savory summer is coming to a close. Tomorrow my children all embark on new adventures with the start of a new school year. Though Will is sad to see summer end, he admits he's up for the challenge of first grade and learning more español. "Everything in Kinder was too easy," he tells me. Claire can't wait to spend all day with her friends and is pumped that her 2nd grade teacher has the cutest baby on the planet. As for Sophie, she is off on the biggest adventure of all, middle school. Nerves are high around here, but so is excitement and preparations.
And this teacher mama? I've decided that this academic year, I'll be right here. Right here every morning to see them off and right here every afternoon to welcome them home no matter the day they've had. Some days they'll come bounding off the bus up the driveway with stories spilling out their ears. Some days they'll come lumbering up the driveway with hunched shoulders and heavy feet. I'll see that they're carrying the weight of the world in their backpacks. More often then not, my oldest will storm through the back door right past me and up to her room, craving solitude and a safe place to let the tears rain. And I'll be here, right here. To delight in their joy or catch them as they crumble.
I'm looking forward to the 2018-19 school year with much anticipation. I anticipate being mindful and present in my own life and the lives of my husband and children. I anticipate completing home projects that are long overdue. I anticipate making music and writing many more reflections just like this one.
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