Time keeps marching on, doesn't it? The months and seasons roll by with predictable regularity whether we like it or not. It doesn't matter if we are aware or paying attention. There is simply nothing we do can stop it. Like a person is helpless to stop the floodwaters, so too are we incapable of slowing the months. Today, I am keenly aware of the days because my time with my two younger daughters at home is running out, as quickly as the last grains of sand fall through the narrow neck of the hourglass. Many of you fellow design rompers have children heading back to school this week. Whether it's a milestone like the first day of kindergarten, the first day of college, or moving away to begin a new career after college, or it is just another grade older, it is bittersweet for mothers because it is another step forward towards independence from us.
I have 4 days left before my middle daughter joins her older sister on the West Coast. She will be beginning her "real" job in San Francisco and is very happy about it all. First real job, first apartment, first business suit- it is exciting stuff indeed. A week later, my youngest daughter will fly back to Boston for her junior year at BC. Suitcases, boxes, and bags are strewn about the house as they pack up their things. The washing machine is getting a workout, running nonstop. Lists are made and things crossed off and then another list takes its place. I try to help as much as I can, mainly offering an opinion on an item when asked and handing over my credit card for plane tickets, CVS runs and last minute clothing purchases. But this week when I am not at work, I will be focussing on trying to remain in the present. I will try very hard not to think about the moment when the goodbyes are said and the planes are boarded. I will not think think about that today. That moment when the house is quiet. Stu, Ryelee and I will settle back into our daily routines without them. I will catch up with them as I do their sister in LA via phone calls, texts, and snapchat. Trips will be planned to visit and time will continue to march on. But this week, I want it to slow down. I want the days to stretch like silly putty allowing me time for more laughter, more hugs, even more disagreements! I just want more time to be mom.
When my girls were little, I used to tease them by singing the song, "It's the most wonderful time of the year!" the week that school was starting. Part of me was happy to have my schedule back and a bit of peace and quiet. But another part of me was sorry that the carefree days of summer and time together was ending. It's okay to feel both ways at the same time. Just try to take each day as it comes, noticing and embracing the special moments without thinking too much about tomorrow. That's what I will be doing this week and next. That and singing "It's the most wonderful time of the year" just to see if I can still get a rise out of them!
Happy Monday and Back to School Week!