I love September. I love the beginning of a new school year, and not just for the fresh stationery. Every year, I blog the same details about how I dream of returning to class with my bouquet of sharpened pencils, side ponytail and new set of used books, covered carefully with cut up brown paper bag! It never gets old.
We’ve spent the last couple of weeks adjusting out of summer into fall mode. Kids tired from new schedules, trying to stay on top of chores, school supplies, laundry, side projects and beyond! I suppose I just didn’t realize how much re-establishing would be required, the kids missed their summer daddy time and taking each day as it comes.
They’ve done so well at the same time. Being in preschool is hard work, following a teacher all day, learning so many new motor skills and social skills.. I’m acutely aware that it’s wise to let this all take its time, especially for our preschooler Luke, keep honest expectations and celebrate each milestone. Kate has been missing her brother but is pleased to lead around sweet little Emma.
I’ve found myself uncharacteristically motivated as of late.. not that I’m unmotivated usually, but I have found a surge of endurance and interest in audiobooks covering being bossy and unrelenting and fantastic and wholly oneself. About following ideas and harnessing skills and not sleeping on the big dreams. I have a list of big life goals continually forming and there’s this hopeful piece of me stirring and hungry for life around me.