As the year begins to wind down slowly a new year begins for our children. Sending them back to school with summer still running through their veins; slow mornings, beach holidays and late nights swapped for early mornings, a fresh timetable, new teachers, the possibility of new friendships and the world at their feet. Wasn’t it exciting being young, time didn’t go so fast, the world was there for the taking. I had a great childhood and I want my boy to move into adulthood remembering lots of good times.
We didn’t rush about here, there and everywhere this summer we just enjoyed ‘being’ a lot of the time, doing our own thing for some parts of the days, having friends round, being lazy if we wanted, having walks, chatting and we have loved every minute of it. My boy turns 13 in January and somehow this summer felt special, sort of like it was the last one when he will truly need us in the sense of being a child. I know he will always need us and I am not being melancholy (OK then maybe un peu) but nearly being 13 is big isn’t it? I remember turning 13 and my whole world seemed to change somehow. Hopefully knowing our boy and how we have tried to help him to become the wonderful human being that he is, 13 won’t be the end of wonderful summers like this one has been.
If you have children I hope going back to school was as easy as it could be and I hope too that you have summer memories to cherish.