Oh sure, we’ll have glorious summer-like days in the coming weeks but the slower pace of summer is over. And what I really mean by slower pace is that I now have to drive Cole to school every morning.
Dan has official begun his new job as a 5th grade teacher (so far, he’s loving it!)
Aidan will be starting classes on Thursday as she kicks off her junior year.
Cole, too, is a junior, albeit of the high school variety.
And me? I’ll be in my office most days trying to think of creative ways to earn a living.
I suppose now that Dan is a teacher, even once Cole heads off to college in a few years (if that’s the route he chooses to go, which all signs are pointing to ‘yes’), I’ll still have that excited feeling which also borders on relief when the school year begins.
I realize that life is constant motion. There are times when I wonder where did my 5th graders go? How is it that it’s so hard to recall the minutiae of daily life in those early years?
There are things about older kids that are seriously so amazing. Stuff you never even imagined when they were little. Things like being able to have real conversations about all manner of things where you begin to see who these people are and what matters to them. And there are things that are incredibly hard about having older kids, as well.
Time is such a nutty thing. One minute it feels like you have an eternity. The next, you know that it is nothing if not fleeing and precious.
September is marker for me, one that will likely grow a bit more tender with every coming year.
Such is life in these middle ages.