"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. "
That was for free.
Today is the last Friday of summer break for DoodleBug.
1st grade begins Wednesday morning, bright and early.
We have spent the better part of the last week ignoring in large part major cleaning around here, content only to clean and immediately recycle the same dishes and clothes, thaw and heat easy pre-prepped dinners from the freezer, sweep minimally only when the PlayDoh/Goldfish/whatever mess gets too eye-catching under their chairs, and generally neglect any majorly arduous tasks in favor of the playground and friends.
Was really quite fun and the week has flown.
There isn't the same melancholy as there was last year when Doodle started
kindergarten - that was monumental and this is more familiar.
But this Writer will certainly miss the spontaneity of a late-night ice cream sundae run with my boys and sleeping in till 7 or 8something-ish after a fun night with friends.
There's something vaguely exhausting about being the parent sometimes
facing the responsibility of waking, dressing, feeding, supporting, reading to, checking on, clocking in and going after your kids for the entire shoolyear that gets a little put on hold during summertime. It feels decadent.
But the school year brings a buzz to the end of a hazy summer
and promises reward and growth for rising to challenges.
Embarrassingly, too often this Writer is guilty of wanting edges of a situation to change - wanting a different set of circumstances, wanting to keep the same mindset, no added effort required to navigate a challenge.
This is because I wrongly hate being corrected.
A friend quoted yesterday some powerful words from Proverbs 16 that this Writer needed to hear, especially facing the tasks of raising a young trio of boys which as anyone might tell you is daunting every single day:
"Commit your works to the LORD, and your thoughts will be established."
Not the other way around.
It doesn't say "Commit to doing whatever you want and your mind will be put at ease."
It takes some faith.
Blind, perhaps. Enabling, definitely. Ill-advised, never.
Raising boys takes faith. I needed a reminder.
And so: we're off! Second year of educating our brood...Here we go!