It’s called growing up…

Do it all

Ahhhh September with your cooler air, fall colours and incessant-punch-to-the-face scheduling nightmare.

First day of school archive

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Hard to believe 7 years ago this was the scene playing out as we dropped our son off for grade 1. Today, my grade 8’er zoomed away on his bike with a wave and a smile, and my grade 10’er got picked up by a friend.

The days are long but the years are short. Enjoy the ride.

The back to school binder

back to school binder

And here is the offending piece.

binder

I’d brought it in to Bow Valley Basics as we were after the exact same size and the exact same colour and the staff remarked they’d never seen one so well… used. They asked to keep it. I agreed. Back at home we had a short lecture on presenting ourselves in a way that reflects our desire to learn and positive self image. It was met with eye rolling and sighs. Let the new school year begin!

Magical Moment – LOL

magical moment

Another dinnertime gem. It was clear that he felt really good about being a part of his Principal’s moment of the day, but the idea that he’d actually sing in front of people and read a book for pleasure, well that was too much for the 12 year old brain to compute.

Just Press Pause

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Press Pause

Being there.

Being there

I’ve worked from home for the last 11 years. It’s been a challenge at times being alone, forever looking at the dirt that needs to be swept or the laundry that needs to be folded when deadlines are looming or deadlines are non-existent and need to be drummed up. I sometimes question why I chose this path, why I didn’t go out and work like “most” people do.

Moments like today however, when mere seconds after returning home from school great floods of tears are spilled and I’m there to soak them up, to try and help make some sense of the topsy-turvy life we all live in, that the decision to work the way I do makes all the sense in the world.

Sometimes what our kids need most, is just having someone there.

I’m not sure I’d have the same reaction…

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From a story material standpoint the best time of day to be at home is when the kids get back from school. The stuff literally writes itself.