We take back-to-school photos in the exact same spot every year since Megan started 1st grade in 2005. The silly Japanese Maple tree next to them hasn't grown at all over the years, fortunately the children have.
I'd already walked Megan half way to the bus stop an hour or so earlier.
Back to school is a bittersweet time for me. As much as my children make me C.R.A.Z.Y. during the long, lazy days of summer, I do enjoy them. Monday morning as I watched them eat breakfast, I ignored the climbing on the table to reach the syrup and I didn't yell at anyone to remove the backpack from the kitchen table. I didn't even comment on the syrup and powdered sugar that seemed to entirely miss anyone's french toast and went straight on the table instead. I just looked at them and smiled and thought about how much I love them. I thought about how hard it is to send them back to school, despite knowing full well had summer been much longer, it would have certainly done one or more of us in.
I feel as though I'm going to find myself bending to the whims of my 4 year old for the duration of this school year. Especially as I hear him playing nearby speaking into a pretend walkie talkie and saying, "Joshua, do you read me? Joshua, are you there?" Of course, Joshua is not responding like he did all summer long. Joshua is instead sitting in a classroom, while Drew plays alone at home.
I think I'll go answer the walkie talkie call-out. I know by now what really matters...
Less dishes getting done, more puzzles put together.
Fewer pieces of furniture getting dusted, more games being played.
Not so much of a rush for the laundry to get switched, patiently reading more books with a child on my lap.
One more year, til they all go to school.
I no longer count the months.