Well, school started up again this week. New supplies, knapsacks, lunch boxes and clothes were all bought, labeled and neatly packed for the journey back to the halls of education. It was very exciting for my kids and I, but if I may I would like to throw just one little thing out there—is it just me or does time really fly by as we get older? As I prepared their lunches Tuesday (their first day) I wondered when did this happen? Didn’t summer just start? Didn’t I just buy gifts for their teachers, say thanks and pour over their report cards, smiling at their marks, but smiling more at the thought of a homeworkless and non-lunch box preparing few months. I blinked and there I found myself standing at the corner of my street with my children waiting—their gear in hand and on back—for the big yellow bus to come down the street and take my kids to school, for another whole year. I felt stunned. I thought how time really does slip through your fingers like grains of sand….ahhhh….grains of sand. (Shake my head.) It was back to school day. The end of summer day. My girls happily climbed on their bus with huge smiles and my lip-gloss kiss stuck to their faces. Max and I stood there watching as the bus pulled away. I couldn’t see them through the windows so I just waved knowing that this is simply the way it was going to be—life with children is busy and before I know it I will be attending an University graduation ceremony, walking them down an aisle, babysitting their children and maybe even walking them to their yellow bus. I couldn’t help but shed a tear—okay, maybe two. I turned and picked up Max who instinctively kissed and hugged me and we got in the car and made our way to his daycare. On the way I thought that although time is flying I do spend lots of quality time with my beautiful children. When I look back at our summer it was filled with many good memories to hold on to forever. Carpe Diem, cherish the day, live every moment to it’s fullest. I guess that is the key….
I hope everyone had a wonderful summer.
