Today is gray and chilly and not particularly August-y...perfect weather, I suppose, for my thoughts to turn to fall and school. Today we picked berries with Tiny's preschool.
Last year was a big change for all of us - a new everything, not just a new school for her. It was tough for all of us, but especially for Tiny. Our girl is smart and strong and creative and busy, busy, busy - and busy girls don't always fit into the average girl box. I don't want her to be average, but I do want her to have a smoother path. I think we've laid the groundwork over the summer for an easier year for her.
Just this week we learned that this boy will be headed to preschool this year too - and so will I. We're doing a one day a week mommy-and-me class at another co-op preschool. Peanut is turning into a smart, funny and curious boy and we're hoping this will be just what he needs. He doesn't spend much time with kids his own age and he doesn't do much without his sister by his side, and it will be good for him to have something that is his and his alone.
I'm also eager to give my cautious boy a very gentle entry into the world of school, and it doesn't get much gentler than going to school with your mama.
A few weeks ago it seemed like summer was going to keep stretching on forever, and now we're down to thirty-three days before school starts. I made a list at the beginning of the summer of museums, farmer's markets, story times and a million other summer activities. We've made our way through just a fraction of that list, and that's okay - summer isn't meant to be non-stop action, though that's what the rest of August will be for us.
Last summer I made an equally in-depth list, and we did almost none of it - instead, I tried desperately to get us out of the house in between three nap times and all of us tried to figure out the rhythm of life at home together. This summer? We've picked our own berries three times as of today, went to an outdoor concert, a museum, the pool, story times, camp and to the movies. I may not always feel like I have my act together any more than I did a year ago, but our summer tells a different tale. We've summered it up and we're going to keep going until September comes.
This post linked with Dude Mom for Wordful Wednesday.