Yesterday I cried and organized school supplies. (Not a big ugly cry, just some tears.) I do not like when my kids go back to school after summer vacation. I know, I have no right to be this upset. My children are healthy and happy. They are well fed, they have a roof over their heads and comfy beds to sleep in. I am thankful for all of this. So very thankful. But, I can’t help it. I will miss them. I feel this more strongly as they get older and it is becoming a reality to me that childhood ends. When they were little, I didn’t think about this. More often I would think in terms of, “I can’t wait until they sleep through the night”, “I can’t wait until they can walk”, “I can’t wait until they can feed themselves”, stuff like that. Now, I think, “Wait, how can my oldest son be entering 10th grade, didn’t he just graduate pre-school?”, “How can my daughter be entering 7th grade, didn’t she just learn to crawl?”, and “How can my baby be entering 6th grade, middle school, wasn’t he just in the baby bouncy seat?” And, of course, I keep reminding myself, enjoy this now.
So, I’m working on it. I’m trying to spend time with them in these waning days of vacation, but the little punks don’t want to hang out with me! The nerve! Well, I guess they’re trying to ease me into being without them. Trying to ease my separation anxiety. They’re smart like that.
Do you have kids? Are they in school? Do they need to ease your separation anxiety, or are they still young enough that you need to ease theirs?