Honestly I had a hard time holding back the tears when I dropped them off at school this morning. I am so grateful for how God met us this school year, how he paved the way for us to enter public school, how seamless it was. I am grateful for the time I had with my baby while the others were at school. I am grateful for all the things we all learned about ourselves this school year. I'm grateful for new friends made, new goals achieved, and new realizations made.
And I'm proud. Very proud of how they transitioned, how they handled their nerves, how they grew. Academically they did good. But even more important, as individuals they did amazing.
It has been good. But now that we are beginning summer I have plans. The Nester reminded me that I have 12 summers left to have my kids at home during the summer. That's 12 summers of time with my kids before they fly the coop. But that's only nine of all us together. Nine is not really a big number. I want to make the most of it.
So don't tell the kids but I'm secretly planning on the summer of yes. Yes to them. Yes to their ideas. Yes to their plans.
But I do want to treasure these days, with the full knowledge that they will slip away faster than my coffee cools off in the morning.
To celebrate the summer of yes we partied with some fro-yo tonight. The kids stayed up late. We took an evening bike ride and now this mom is content.