I’m feeling all sorts of nostalgic today. We’re back home, settled into our space and looking to the big week ahead – the start of a new school year.
A first-time pre-schooler who is momma’s shadow and favorite snuggle bug.
A first-time kindergartner who I already lost too time with in her earliest years.
Two boys who will be starting a brand new school after spending the last few months partnering with a fledging and unprepared temporary homeschooling momma.
Milestone moments like these always make me a bit weepy. I realize time is moving forward at a break-neck pace regardless of how desperately I try to slow our schedules or create white space in our days or relish slow mornings or encourage wild and free creativity without structure or rules. Time still zips along.
Every so often, in moments like the ones we spent together on our little getaway, days move along slowly and I have time to pause, catch my breath, and look, really look, at my little loves. Time feels suspended in the best possible way. {I’m a very recent momma of two preschoolers, one toddler and one infant – I also am very aware of the fact that some days move slowly and trudge along in the exact opposite of the best possible way}. I realize how very much I enjoy these little people of mine. I love watching their personalities shape the way they see the world. I love hearing their thoughts and listening to their unique perspective on things. I love running through the rain together and laughing until we’re breathless. I love seeing their relationships with one another deepen as they interact and play and create a whole imaginative world only the four are privy to.
They’re ready to face a new year. They’re brave and strong and kind.
I’m a whole other story. I feel like I’m grasping at these last remnants of summer frantically, wishing I could bottle up this sweet stage we’re in. These four are no longer dependent on me for every little thing. They’re all sleeping through the night and wiping their own bottoms and able to get snacks on their own (and help their littlest sister too). They’re big enough to play board games at night and watch non-animated movies. We can listen to the audiobook of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe in the car, mesmerized by the tale together. We can plan dinners as a group and grocery shopping has evolved into a fun outing rather than a dreaded chore. We work together to return clean clothes to closets. We go outside and seek out adventures and stumble upon new places to explore.
And, best yet, they’re not too big. They still want to sit on my lap for snuggles. They still need momma to drape blankets on just so at night. They still need my opinions and direction and advice. They still need bedtime stories and prayers and songs, laying together in the dark before drifting off to sleep. They still hold a unmistakable innocent outlook on this great big earth. They still shine with joy and goodness. They are quick to forgive when my temper is too short or my words are sharp. They bestow mercy and love and so, so much grace.
We have a handful of days left in this lovely summer of 2017 and my little crew is set on making the most of each moment. See you next week with an overload of meet the teacher/first day photos:)!
But first, one last ‘Charlotte and the Kitten’ series (if you’ve seen my instagram or FB feed…this was a theme for our time in Minnesota:)). This sweet kitty is likely very relieved we went home! 🙂