I have said before that I am a recovering pessimist. I am struggling with the reality that in 16 more days, I will only get to spend four hours a day with my children.
This summer has been glorious. It's the first summer I have ever been alone with my kids. Since my husband has been a student for the past decade, he's always been home in the summers. I'll admit that when he got his job, the prospect of being alone with the kids all day every day was daunting, but like so many other things this summer, I dove in headfirst and found that I could do it. And not only could I do it, I was enjoying it and I could feel myself changing. It's been a magical experience. And I'm just not ready for it to end. I know there are lots of things to be excited about at the start of the school year, but I can't focus on any of them.
I love Lindsey's post on this topic. I'm trying to live in the moment. I'm trying to be an optimist.
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