It's about this time every year that I wonder why in the world so many people are "RIP"ing Summer. Not me. Not. One. Bit. It is crazy, wicked, stupid hot in Texas come August. Going outside causes every single pore to ooze sweat. This is apparently the sweat that calls the attention of every mosquito in Texas. The pools feel more like hot tubs. If that's not enough, every single activity has been crossed off the summer to do list.
And so we find ourselves at the end of Summer and the blessed holiday known as Back to School. That's right. I said, "holiday." You might not consider it as such, but when I have three days to myself to focus on my hobbies, my To Do lists and my reading lists, that indeed counts as a holiday. Sure, there are the moms that wish Summer could last forever, but I am not one of them. I love my littles and I am a firm believer that absence makes the heart grow fond. I will NOT have any guilt over the unshed tear on the first day of school. I will instead rejoice in the new journey of life with a 2nd grader and a Pre-K nugget.
So to all you moms out there feeling guilty for the excitement that precedes and continues through the new school year, know that you are not alone. If you don't believe me, check out these posts from Jen Hatmaker and Momastery. There is no need to feel guilty or compare yourself to the sorrowful mommy at the school drop-off. Parenting is a hard job, especially when you are on duty 24-7 for three full months. Give yourself a break and remember that the hours between 3pm - 8pm will not be filled with eating bon-bons. It's called grace - let's all dive in.
Tell me, are you ringing in the new school year or donning black for your time of mourning? xo