My second son, the 13 year old, is dealing with some anxiety issues about school. After registering today for 8th grade, we get his class schedule and are relieved to find he got the best teachers of that grade level for his personality. He has science with his best friend, and he grew at least an inch this summer. (He is very short for his age). Also, my oldest son will drive him to school so he doesn't have to ride the bus for nearly an hour. We finished our day with a sigh of relief and two McFlurries at the drive through before dinner. I loved spending time alone with him! Thankfully, he didn't know, that I had some anxieties about him going to school, too.
One down, two more to register tomorrow, one on Friday and one next week. I hate the last two weeks of August. I get so depressed knowing that my children are leaving me and going to school. I thoroughly enjoyed them to pieces this summer and I don't want them to go back to school. Is that selfish of me? Do they know how much I love them and how they fulfill my day completely?
As I draft tonight's blog, my sons are playing in the rain. They are jumping off our dock, into the lake while relishing in the summer rain. I hear their giggles, their splashing and pure joy! I would go and join them if I wasn't' afraid of thunder!
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