Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Goodbye Summer

School starts tomorrow.


Julia begins seventh grade and I'm sure I dread those first days back more than she does. Ever my nearly-clone, she doesn't mind school. It's just the idea of it that's the problem.

Our summer has been bliss. It's cut short by a week (thanks ever increasing educational standards) that's probably going to be too cold for long days lounging in the pool. But I'm not ready to let it go.

"Is there anything else you want to do before school starts?" I started asking about two weeks ago. "Anything you wanted to do? Anywhere you wanted to go?"

"Not really," she says.

"Well, it's just school starting," I say. "It's not the end of the world. It's not like our lives are over."

I say this as a reminder to myself. The start of school has always felt very dramatically like the end of the world. When I was the student and now that I'm the mom, this last morning of leisure and freedom always seems like it might be the last one ever.

It's not, I know. And this fall I have big plans for books and articles. There are home improvement projects and endless to-do lists. It will be good.

Only today, I'm a little sad. It's tough to say goodbye.