Our Last Day Of Summer Will Never Be The Same
Bellonheels.comToday is the last day with all four of my children before the first day of school. Tomorrow is the big day. After today our summer is over. I will never have another summer with my kids when they are these ages. Each summer that is to come will be just a little bit different. Our last day together turned out to be a dreary one weather wise. We have been hiding indoors from wind, rain and thunder. Today was declared pajama day and if I am being honest I will have to admit that yesterday was as well. Their idea. Less laundry for me. Everyone wins. As they have played I have sat in the background as a spectator. I have carefully studied their faces. I have memorized their voices as they speak to one another. I have listened to their carefree laughs. Their laughter is my favorite sound in the world. I could never get enough. Right now they are sitting at the kitchen counter, all four together, drawing pictures. Every one that is completed is handed to me as my prize. My prize just for being Mom. Each one is their most favorite art piece ever and I am instructed to put each in a special place. As if I would ever do anything less. I am amazed at just how well they are all getting along today. It is as if even they know that this summer will never be repeated. There is no bickering or tattling. Everyone is working together for the common good: To draw the best sharks, mermaids, zombies, roller coasters, cars and trees ever. Each one is a masterpiece. Today is the stuff that dreams are made of. With every ending there comes a beginning. Tomorrow is full of promise. Could it be the best school year ever? Anything is possible. They will not admit it now but all four are excited about going back. New friends and new things to learn. There is nothing like being a kid. They will realize that one day soon enough. We will rise in the morning, earlier than what we have grown accustomed. We will eat breakfast in spite of our nervous stomachs. I say we because as their mother I too will be nervous. Will they make new friends? Will they feel like they belong? Will they love their teacher? I remember what the first day of each new year felt like. Next they will dress not in the bathing suits or comfy clothes that we have sported on our lazy summer days, but in school attire. They will brush their teeth and hair, not because they want to, but because it makes Mom happy. Once all shoes are tired and backpacks are packed it will be time. Time to go to school. I will drive them there and walk them in. I am sure my daughter will accept my hug and kiss. I am equally sure my sons will opt out. That is okay. I know they love me. I will then walk out of the classroom, down the hall and out of the school. Then for all of us, the new year will be underway. I will spend my day anxiously awaiting pick up time. Kids will flood my car like a wave. They will talk over one another trying to tell me about their day. Who was in their class and who they sat by at lunch. They will hand me all of their forms that require my attention. They will be in full school mode. Ready to take on the year. We all will be. But not yet. Not today. Today we celebrate the last day of summer. Today we enjoy one another. Next summer will be just a little bit different and the next a little more still. One day I will be vying for their attention. I will compete with friends, activities and their need to be left alone. I will have one-sided conversations where their only responses are grunts and shrugs. I will offer up things to do together and they will let me down easily. It is the natural growing up process. They simply cannot stay my little ones forever. I will cross that bridge when we get there though. I will figure out how to be the mother that I am supposed to be then, when we get to that place. I cannot worry about what is to be. Each summer will be just a little bit different. None of that matters today though. Because for today anyway……they choose to draw me pictures. For that my heart is full.