Only one more day. I am due back on duty at school on August 1st. I am not ready. I have not stopped moving all summer long, working my way through my to-do list. I ended the school year really wiped out. I was certain I was more drained than I normally feel in May and I looked forward to the respite the summer would provide. Now that my summer break has dwindled down to a matter of hours, I am not sure how well I refilled my reservoir. Ready or not, I am heading back.
In reality I know it is true that as each summer draws to a close I feel the same sense of disbelief. The break always goes too quickly having been filled with far too many commitments to be truly refreshing. This time of year always brings with it a degree of letting go--a skill I am not particularly good at.
Below is a wistful look at summer's end a few years back...
The calendar may not reflect it, but summer is nearly gone. I consciously will the pace to slow, wanting to hang on to each passing day.
When summer ends my girls will go. One to Tennessee; one to Texas. Both too far.
I love when we are all home. We work all day and play in the night. We are up too late and the morning arrives too early. And so it goes. But summer will end and my girls must go. Their life awaits.
My tempo will be disrupted. I'll be off balance. I will wander through their rooms, summer's sudden end making my footing uncertain. My world will move in slow motion.
I wouldn't have it any other way. The girls will be discovering their worlds and discovering who they are within those worlds. They'll have much to tell. Messages will fly in two different directions and back again from each. Rapid-fire reports of challenges faced and victories won.
In time my footing will become more certain. My days will fill again. A busy patter of activity will make the days fly by.
I'll wake one day to wonder where the school year has gone. Summer will be coming and my girls will be on their way home once more.
July 29, 2011
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