A Bitter-Sweet Goodbye to Summer
Today is my last official day of summer vacation. Sad, I know. It’s a bitter-sweet goodbye, as it is every year at this time.
I love, love, love my job. I consider myself extremely fortunate to be doing what I always said I wanted to do, something I truly enjoy, but end of summer means end of full days with my babies. I tell myself that I’m so lucky to have a job that gives me an entire summer, Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, and Spring Break to recoup and spend quality time with my family, but regardless, it’s hard to wave goodbye to summer vacay and the loves of my life.
Xander is almost a teen, maturing a little more every day, and it’s hard to accept that he’s no longer that little boy who wants to hold my hand every time we’re out. I don’t want to miss any moments of my baby boy’s growth. I relish the time we spend together and watching him interact with MJ, becoming a gentle and protective older brother.
MJ is only 19 months and just this summer she’s changed so much. She’s now a precocious toddler with a developing vocabulary and an even bigger, budding personality. Over the summer, she’s rarely left my side. We’ve spent our days visiting new places and attending toddler times, but mostly playing together and reading books. I’ll miss being on her time rather than my work time.
And I’ll miss my hubby. I’m fortunate that my husband works from home (most of the time) and we’ve been able to spend time together, taking on small projects, cooking, going on outings, and just being a family. In the busyness of the work/school year, we generally don’t have as much time to just enjoy each other.
Back to School, and Reality
While I’m sad about spending days away from my family, I’ll be back doing what I love. The beginning of the school year is tough; it’s chaotic and busy and stressful, but it’s a time for optimism and wonderment. Teachers tirelessly work to set up a developmentally appropriate, engaging, organized classroom that children will be excited to learn in. It’s a time spent wondering what the new students will be like, if the room arrangement will work, how many tears will there be on the first day (probably a lot), and if we’ve spent enough time attending workshops and self-studying to do what’s best for our kids. As teachers, we can never prepare enough. Every year is different, every student is different, but that’s part of what makes the job great. No day is ever the same.
My children will never be this age again, so I’m grateful I’ve had the summer to spend making memories with them. My heart hurts thinking about not being able to be with them every waking moment, but for now, I’ll look forward to a new year, with new students, new experiences, and and new lessons, for both me and the kids.