It happened. My kids went back to school. It felt so surreal. Like…I’ve done this a few times before, it never felt so odd. My kids are at an age where we really had a fun summer. I don’t have napping babies or diapers to change, we could do whatever we wanted all day long. AND, I now have a child old enough to be in charge (life changing) when I need to run an errand or exercise, which was amazing, but I stilly tried to drag them along to other places just to get them out of the house some days. We had a good thing going. We didn’t have “electronic time” til 3pm, so they woke up and read….and played games with each other….and mostly got along. We’d take adventures, pools, outings, and part way through the summer we had a family budget constraint that they totally understood and we spent next to nothing on activities. It was a dreamy summer. I have a tendency to block out the bad–it was there–the fighting and my youngest learning she can do the blood curtling screams. But overall–dreamy. I’ve mentioned before that I battle with sending them off, but I know in my heart it’s best for them, and I also know that I wouldn’t like being their school teacher. Scholastic discipline is not in my nature, and there is too much fun to be had at school. Really, my kids will never admit it, but they love school. They love the social, learning, and activities they get to do. But don’t you worry about me….I find things to do with my quiet-er time. Here is a snippet of my brewd as they headed to school.
I suggested they dance…and they did! Then a few cars drove by, toting kids to school, and they stopped. But I captured some slick moves!
Then the oldest stayed home while the rest of us walked to the elementary school. I’m pretty pleased with the french braids I’ve been producing on my daughters hair recently. I’d never actually attempted it until a few months ago (though my mom did this many many times on my hair growing up) and happy that I’d envisioned it long enough in my head that it worked out when I went to do it!
These two are good buddies…
And BOTH of them get to go upstairs every day for class–big time!
And after we dropped them off, we felt a little hole in our hearts…
But I’m pretty sure we will find some fun things to fill our time;)
So tell me, are you like me and have a hard time “cutting the apron strings” as my husband says, or do you celebrate when school starts? I’m a good mix of both.