The end of summer is a difficult pill to swallow to LulaLola, who's cherishing every last moment spent with her boys and for Dr. Mom, whose end of summer blues has her relishing in the anticipation of alone time often overlooked by many mothers of young children.
The start of a new school year is an exciting experience for me. This year most likely will bring more joy and sadness than I've ever experienced. The next nine months will involve a complete spectrum of challenges to my parental skills. I'll try to somehow try to find a balance between the preparatory planning of a college-bound senior with the foundational structured learning of my first-grader.
This year has all the expectations to be a very memorable one. I feel like I need to take a big...long...deep...breath. I'm going to relish in every page of Keelan's final chapter as I eagerly open a brand new book for Jackson.
This school year means preparing for final ACT and SAT tests and college applications to Keelan and packing superhero backpacks and Star Wars lunch boxes to Jackson.
This school year means Friday nights packed with football and marching band to Keelan and Saturday afternoons packed with organized soccer chaos to Jackson.
This school year means taking Senior pictures and driving
This school year means girlfriends and break-ups and texting and talking on the phone all...night...long to Keelan and teacher crushes and boo-boos and calling Grandma on the weekend to Jackson.
This school year means planning for graduation to Keelan and learning to become a successful reader to Jackson.
This school year will be be an emotional roller coaster ride for me and prideful joyride to Ced.
I can't wait for school to start and to see my boys flourish. I love to watch them together and to see how they learn from each other despite being 11 years apart in age.
Perhaps I'll learn more than anyone this school year.