I get very wistful and sentimental this time of year. While it is true that I am somewhat frazzled to a raw nerve having been with my children nearly 24/7 since mid June, have packed and unpacked and shopped and laundered for all of our adventures and used our house more like a landing pad/reorganizational headquarters than an actual home and could use a solid week to get our lives back in some semblance of order, I am very teary about my kids starting school tomorrow.
First off, we are in the middle of our first August heatwave and it feels wrong, cruel and totally out of sync with my biological clock to be planning first day outfits, lining up lunch boxes and stowing notebooks in brand-new backpacks. I have to say, my heart is just not in it.
As much as I could use a break and use some uninterrupted time devoted to myself, my yard and my house, I am going to seriously miss my kids tomorrow.
It is hard to start a new year knowing that the summer of them being 6 and 9 is over, never to return. Did I mention I get sentimental around now? I have to say, although they were by no means perfect, I enjoyed my kids more this summer than any other. They are at a great age. They don't tire as easily, they are more self-sufficient, they are fun and funny and the things we do together are actually enjoyable to me as well as to them. They are exhausting and I have to be on my toes with them home all summer but they are also an utter delight and I consider myself infinitely lucky to spend their summers with them.
So here you have it. My last summer post.
Ella has been taking some of the most beautiful photos! These two are from my garden.
And look what happened!
One of the things on the girls' summer manifesto was to have a picnic at a local park they love. Down to the wire, we made it happen.
We have been school shopping. This picture says it all and I have nothing else to say about that.
The girls' school work over the summer has really paid off! Ella has almost mastered multiplication and Maya has become a fluent reader. Also, she learned other skills such as the proper way to hold a book.
One of our favorite weekends of the summer is the American Folk Festival on the Bangor waterfront. We had so much fun there this past weekend! (Although Ella did say, "I wish the Folk Festival was earlier in the summer. I look forward to it so much and then when it is over it means summer is over." She's a wee bit sentimental like me.)
And Ella got her nails done. You heard me right. She spent some of her lobster fishing money on a before school manicure. I overhead her saying to someone, "I have a nail appointment at 4." Purple french tip manicure thank you very much.
I don't like my kids growing up. I know it is better than the alternative which is that they don't grow up and flourish and thrive, but I still find it painful and a bit inhumane. I have that panicked feeling that their childhood is speeding up. So I do the only thing I know to combat that feeling: I play spider on the swings with Maya and swim in water I would rather not swim in with Ella. We listen to teeny bopper music in the car and have tea parties and hug and laugh and cry and relish all the moments in between.
"We had the best summer."
I heard Maya say that to someone yesterday. I agree. It was the very best.