This is officially the last Friday of summer.
The count down is on...we have three days left before the madness begins. Between late nights watching the Olympics and later mornings meandering out of their bedrooms, I have no idea how all three will be out the door by 7:45am on Monday morning.
This week has brought about a bit of a shift for all of us.
At the last minute, I made the decision to take a very part-time gig.
I'm going to be working two days a week as a teacher assistant in the classroom across the hall from my soon-to-be kindergartner.
Tuesdays and Thursdays, I'll be with second graders helping them to learn to read and write, grading papers and blowing whistles at recess as they giggle and run (at least that's the image I have in my mind).
Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, I'll be running, writing, jewelry selling, grocery shopping, laundrying and in general, soaking up lots of time by myself.
I've been waiting many moons for this window and now that Open House/Meet Your Teacher night is behind us, fresh bottles of glue and boxes of Crayola crayons are waiting at their desks, brand new sparkly school shoes are laid out alongside crisp uniforms and backpacks that say, Sam, Kate and Claire...I feel this crazy mix of sadness and joy.
I hope I can do it...enter into this new life stage with grace and love. I pray that I can be diligent and mindful about really crafting time to write and that you will all be recipients of that work. I stare at my running shoes and pray for hard runs in cool October weather that make me feel alive and grateful for this new place. And I hope that my children will flourish all day long with teachers who stretch and love them.
And mostly, I just want to grab ahold of this time and say, thank you, after nine years, I made it...we made it...no one died, everyone still really likes each other and looks forward to sixth grade, fourth grade, kindergarten, part-time work and new beginnings. Here's to stumbling, screaming, working it out, jumping for joy and remembering that all good things eventually come to an end, but are often replaced by what we could have never imagined...a new normal, a shifting of the tide, a promise, a belief in you and in me that all will be better than well.