The kids started back to school this week...preschool and 5th grade (BIG!). This is Max's last year going to our Montessori school. We're gearing up for big changes to come for him and enjoying these last bits of he and Phoebe being together at the same school. It's not a bad gig to have your big brother/best friend looking out for you everyday.
We've been fumbling a bit trying to get back into a routine...it's been a real circus around here. One with flying clothes and shoes too big...disappearing lunches and death-grip tearful goodbyes. Needless to say, we are dragging our feet out of summer. And while we're waiting for that old-hat feeling to settle back in, it's helping to practice the art of stepping back and letting my kids do and be and see what sticks on their own. Knowing that as much as they need my advice and presence and to have my act together they also need me to just be okay with the mismatched clothes they picked out...and to be able to walk away during the tearful goodbyes because we both know she'll be fine the second I'm gone.
And when all else fails, ice cream after school is the healer of all things. And weekends. Weekends are welcomed too.