KToday is the end of an era.
There are about a kijillion thoughts running through my head today and I can’t seem to keep my head on straight. That might have something to do with the fact I slept on a gym mat with a bunch of fourth graders last night, or it might be that the field trip with my second grader before the sleepover did me in, or maybe that my husband is traveling this week and I am single parenting it, or a combination of al three…where’s the coffee again?!
But the day has arrived. The end of an era where all my kids will be at the same school. Gone are the days when we will be on the same school schedules, gone are the days when whatever mom and dad say is always right, and gone are the days when life seemed simpler. It is another reminder that the years are fleeting and every moment really does matter and that life goes way faster than I ever dreamed it would go. They are just growing up too dang fast.
They days are long but the years are short… Simple saying but oh so true.
They ran out those school doors, backpacks slung over their shoulders and hallajuas coming from their lips, while all I could do was hold back the tears and try to savor the moment when my 8 year old slipped his hand in mine. I know there won’t be many more days or moments like this and I am well determined to make every moment count. So as summer arrives and you begin singing your praises or want to curl up in the fetal position, (or maybe have mixed feelings between the two,) I would challenge you to embrace these days with your babies and make every moment count, for the days might be (very) long, but the years are oh so very short.
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