time for school?

Saturday Grandma took us shopping for school clothes...
Monday we bought school supplies...
Today is one week from the beginning of school,

and I find myself trying to pack as many special memories as I can into summer vacation's remaining days.

This year Little Man begins what I describe as "real school" otherwise known as 1st grade. He'll be gone all day, every day. And while I have a to-do list a mile long and often wish for some quiet time, I don't think I'll quite know what to do with myself next Tuesday. Over the years we've had our special routine...
drop Sissy off at school, then it's "You and me time...
I love you and me time!" he would always say.

Sweet Girl moves upstairs in the elementary school this year...
a big deal for 4th graders. A big deal indeed...it almost feels like the beginning of a separation, and I'm not comfortable with that. Not ready for that. Not happy with that.

So today's post has "drivel" as The Coop Keeper calls it.
The dictionary defines that as "silly and irrelevant talk." True...irrelevant to most, but none-the-less a part of our world this week.

I want to find a way to slow down time. I want to hold onto each happy moment, to erase the unhappy ones, and to keep our kids little...just a bit longer.

As corny as it sounds, I often find myself thinking back to the lines from one of our favorite movies, Hook. At one point
Moira says to Peter,

"Your children love you, they want to play with you.
How long do you think that lasts?
We have a few special years with our children,
when they're the ones that want us around.
After that you're going to be running after them
for a bit of attention.
It's so fast...it's a few years, and it's over.
And you are not being careful. And you are missing it."

I recall sitting in a ladies church meeting and the question was asked, "What do you wish you could have changed about raising your children?" I was eager to learn from these ladies who had already raised their children...what insights could I gain?
 
I was amazed that every lady who raised her hand said,
"I wish I would have played with them more." It hit me hard. These ladies couldn't go back and change that...they had teary eyes and heartfelt regrets. I learned a valuable lesson that day.
 
And now, it's about time...
time for the sound of feet running down the stairs.
So I'll be signing off...I don't want want to "miss it!"