Last Weekend of Summer Break
We have come to the end. As much as my kids drive me crazy and having a routine will be good for them, I’m disgusted to say, summer break is almost over.
This is the time of year, more than any other, that I reflect on time passing. People make resolutions for New Year’s and birthdays come and go, but the end of a summer means much more to me.
It means my kids have taken another year towards independence. Which is great! But also sad. And it means that the time will come when they will be out with their friends and won’t want to hang out with mom and dad. It means riding their bikes down the driveway won’t be good enough and before I know it, we’ll be transitioning to mopeds and cars. I’m another day closer to leaving them in their dorm room for the first time, with some strange kid, to return home to a house and heart that will have a hole in it.
I am so lucky to have each summer together, this special time of making memories and doing whatever our hearts desire. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Goodbye summer. I will try not to be sad and remember that change happens whether you want it to or not. I will put on a brave face and try to conjure up what it was about fall I used to like so much.
Thanks for another season of memories kids!