…and i can nearly feel the wind in its wake. it is almost tangible. every year at this time, the start of a new school year, i get the sense that time is moving forward, a bit more hurriedly than i’d like. it makes me feel partially excited and somewhat sorrowful. it is always bittersweet. to watch your children grow up and move on from places that you know they’ll never return to. thankfully, the path ahead leads to new and exciting adventures.
silas is settling into 5th grade, where he is busy laughing at his teacher’s jokes, enjoying new privileges (like eating his snack at any time of his own choosing), and discussing deodorant and personal hygiene with his humored parents. apparently, lincoln spends his days in the 1st grade taking (& dominating) timed addition and subtraction tests when he isn’t busy chasing his lady friends on the playground! and tate? well, he seems perfectly content to have mom & dad all to himself again at home. he enjoys playdates with his buddies and is breaking in his very own soccer cleats in his first-ever soccer season.
while we can’t convince time to sloooooow doooooown, we ourselves can stop. take a moment. breathe. truly look at our children. drink them in. listen intently to their stories.
and whisper a prayer of thanks.