I took my kids to school this morning for the start of a new year. At my youngest daughter’s elementary school the principal presided over a short welcoming ceremony. He ended by saying “This is the start of a great year for the students and teachers. And an even better year for the parents because you get to leave them with us now!” Many parents chuckled their agreement.
I always feel like an oddball at moments like this. I feel sad every summer when school begins again. And it’s not just because I have to go back to teaching! I truly love the long summer days with my kids.
I feel so fortunate that I get to spend so much time with them. Sure, we have our moments of conflict but I never get enough of their company. And I’m acutely aware of the passage of time. This is the last summer Kayla will be 9, Nate will be 11, Rachel will be 15…
I need to learn how to live in the moment and not pine for the past or lament future changes. I started reading a new book today that I think might help (The Buddah Walks Into a Bar by Lodro Rinzler). We shall see. In the meantime I can’t celebrate the start of the new school year but I can realize how fortunate I am to have children who I love to be with.