Summer in the Rear View Mirror

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I’ve never been good with transitions. Letting go of one thing in favor of another challenges the greedy part of me that would simply savor it all. But life’s not like that. Choice and change are elemental to each day, from the moment we place bare feet on the floor to the hour we again tuck them under our sheets.

Summer ended almost silently this morning as a school bus carried my youngest off to a new school year.  My older two were already seated in high school classrooms by the time Matt took one of the privileged fifth grade seats at the rear of the bus.

Just yesterday, I wondered when I’d find twenty minutes to pick up bread and milk at the grocery. I was inexorably thrilled to fit a gas tank fill-up between drop-offs for football and soccer. “Family time” was forged in the bleachers of the high school stadium minus the daughter playing on the field below us. One moment paper-clipped to the next and the next with, hopefully, a dinner break wedged in somewhere along the way.

While I crave quiet moments when every emerging thought seems to coincide with a “Mom?” request, I perversely miss the interruptions when they abruptly evaporate.

We spent some time remembering favorite trips last weekend.  I’ll be posting some highlights this week.

7 Comments to Summer in the Rear View Mirror

  1. Keith Pilat

    It’s a sudden shift isn’t it. I like the way you worded it. When my son goes back to high school for his last year… will be strange.

  2. My kids headed out for the 1st day of school this morning but I’m still clinging to summer! It is strange after months of having them mill around but I will adjust!

  3. I’ve always thought it’s a good thing we don’t age as fast as the kids….
    High school will soon be college. That’s a huge change. You know, putting on the Ipod and your running shoes and getting all sweaty will clean out the mind as well as the pores. But then, you already know that!

  4. Trisha Pearson

    I know how you feel, Heather. As much as I desperately want some quiet, interrupted time to regain my focus and sanity, I always feel kind of lost the first couple weeks of school. It’s hard to accept that another summer is over.

  5. Happy hour is always too short when it reaches the end.
    But it is too tired and valueless if it is forever happy, then there is no comparison and we won’t tell it is happy anymore.
    It is a little bit to complicated.

  6. Keith: It IS so sudden. The last minute flurry is necessarily fine-tuned, but a flurry nonetheless. And then… they step onto a bus or drive off in a car and five semi-quiet hours emerge in the middle of my day. Senior, freshman and fifth grader this year…
    Fly Girl: It’s a transition for the whole family. ~Hope it goes well for yours!
    Bartolomo: Age? Who me? Never.
    ~Can’t think too hard about the next college stage of life (although I know we must). I did get out for an abbreviated run yesterday -hoping for a larger mind-clearing block of time today.

  7. Trisha: After this many first days of school, you’d think it would be easier, but I still get that emotional swell as they head out into the world! I think it’s a blend of missing them and hoping good things for them.
    -Amazing how quickly the “quieter” hours fly by, though!
    Rainfield: Complicated but true. Without the contrast we’d have less appreciation. Loss gives us the perspective to define what is truly “wonderful” in our life.

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