Last Day
The very last day of summer vacation is winding to a close. I couldn’t be happier about it.
I survived. I survived twelve weeks. In a row. It wasn’t easy.
- I have driven my son back and forth, crisscrossing Carmichael and Fair Oaks a hundred thousand times.
- I have facilitated swimming lessons, nature camp, and art camp.
- I have created and enabled a weekly playgroup with six of Lucas’s friends.
- I have pushed children on swings, filled kiddie pools, witnessed countless acts of 6- and 1-year-old bravery and daring.
- I have watched my baby learn to walk and protected him from his own reckless curiousity.
- I have attended family birthday parties and reunions.
- I have visited my elderly grandmother even though she is sometimes mean and makes my son uncomfortable.
- I have sewn tiny pants and crayon cases and a dolly and an alien puppet.
- I have refrained from major spending sprees.
- I have edited at least five books.
- I have drunk more vodka in the last twelve weeks than ever before.
First grade starts tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is the time to reflect on that perfect, beautiful moment when Lucas steps off into a new world.
Tonight, I’m grateful. I made it.
September 2, 2008 at 3:26 pm
And I say well done. I’m so glad you share because I think that’s one of the hardest parts of motherhood is that generally the only people to see you do it don’t have the capacity to appreciate the job you do. If I was your supervisor I’d give you an award and a raise, but I think it’s best that I’m not because I objectify you too much.
September 3, 2008 at 12:28 pm
Thanks, darling. I appreciate the support. You can pat me on the backside anytime. 😉