We find ourselves at the end of another school year. My children are another year wiser, stronger, taller, and more independent. I am proud! I am happy-sad. I am scared and excited. And it’s not even about me anymore. They are the stars.
I am thrilled to have them home again for the summer. I am glad that they will all three be together again throughout the day (as Josie is not in school yet). There will be more fighting, more playing, more bonding, and more memory making.
The passing of time gives me so many mixed emotions (reference the first paragraph!). Thinking over the years that have passed gives me a sick, panicky feeling that I have not done enough, taught them enough, given enough of my time. Have I missed moments that I shouldn’t have missed? I know I have forgotten things that happened that I thought would never leave my memory.
I always start out the summer with big plans. So many activities I want to do with the kids. So many subjects I want to teach that are not taught in school. And I always run out of time. But we are going to do our best. And I am going to enjoy it!!!