It’s hard to believe that summer is over and school starts again tomorrow. It’s bittersweet for me in many ways. I really do love the unstructured, relaxed rhythm of summer, but I’m not nearly as productive as a plan to be.
I will miss spending time with the girls, as I’m always aware that we really do only have so many summers left before they are on their own. For now, they are content to spend their summers with me, foregoing camps and activities for long, lazy days by the pool and lots of popsicles. I know this won’t last forever though, as I’m pretty sure my oldest will want to do summer camp with her best friend next year.
Another thing I’m having a hard time grasping is that my oldest will be starting fifth grade, which in our district, is the last year of elementary school. I’m not ready for her to go off to middle school, which is so much bigger than the little bubble that makes up our elementary school. I’m going to try and savor this last year as much as possible.
My youngest is going to be a fourth grader, which is hard to believe. It seems as though she just started kindergarten. I pray she has a good year socially, but I’m already worried because none of her friends are in her homeroom class. Her grade has a lot of girls who are very good friends with each other and have been for years. We, unfortunately, have never been able to break into their group for any length of time. My daughter did for a while last year, but those friendships drifted apart over the summer. I worry for her because it will break my heart if she is the girl sitting by herself on the playground during recess with no one to play with.
Time waits for no man as they say, so we will start another year tomorrow with hope in our hearts and give thanks for another summer we were able to spend together.
