by Kristin Baker Przybyla
Seems like it whizzed by. Since I mostly just stayed in the house all summer, the days blended into weeks and before I knew it, we were facing the back-to-school scramble. Even though we're still struggling through 90-degree days (with the portable A/C in the living room shutting down every few minutes), I'm getting ready to welcome my favorite season.
This school year is different from previous years. We went from having five to three kids attending regular school hours. My oldest graduated last year, so there's no early morning seminary or fighting high school traffic. She's still home, while continuing to look for a job (not an easy feat in this state) and taking a few online college classes. My 13-year-old is also home while she attends online school, because middle school proved to be tough for her with the bullies and keeping up with her classmates. And my baby starts kindergarten next week!
It's both sad and exciting to have so many changes in the upcoming year. Once Lia walked on the stage to get her diploma, I knew things would never be quite the same again. But now I'm hoping to have some more writing time during kindergarten hours, and it's sure to be fun having the older girls at home for company.
While I was writing this post, I noticed my 6th-grader's lunch sitting forgotten on the couch, so Emily hopped on her scooter to take it over. I think I can get used to this!
What's your favorite season? Does the end of the summer mean a big change for your family, or is it business as usual?
FALL is my absolute favorite season EVER! It is the best. Its not scorching hot, you can wear a jacket but you're not freezing. The leaves are changing and the world is beautiful and comfortable. I wish it would get here already. :D
ReplyDeleteI know, it's still like summer--except the kids get home from school hot, bored, and grouchy!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite season is more along the lines of my season in life. I just became a grandmother for the first time. As I hold this little angel baby boy in my arms, I marvel at how much love gushes out of my heart. My own first baby boy will be home in 35 days from his two year stint as a missionary in Brazil. I can't wait to hold him in my arms again too. This is a good season of life!
ReplyDeleteI have always loved fall, but since moving to Washington spring has become my favorite. There's just something so hopeful about a day without rain (and perhaps even a little sunshine) when you've gone through a long, dark winter.
ReplyDeleteCindy, that's such a lovely description!
ReplyDeleteWendy, I've always wanted to visit Washington. I love the rain, but I'd imagine too much of it could be tiring.