It’s still hotter than Hades in Texas, but the air just feels different. The end of August approaches, the air changes, and you know Fall is just around the corner. It also signals the end of summer and back-to-school. Even though my kids are l-o-n-g out of school – even college – the next generation of my nieces and granddaughters still keep me loosely tied to the rhythm and ritual of back-to-school. It’s much more enjoyable and certainly less stressful on the empty nest side of life.
My oldest granddaughter began second grade today. The middle granddaughter was off to preschool. That left the youngest granddaughter, age 2, on her own without her older sisters. My son has been telling me that she wants to do everything her sisters do and can be quite fierce about exerting her opinion on the subject. (Makes me laugh every time I think about it). He was a little concerned how it would go when the older girls were dropped off at school.
My son had nothing to worry about. She said, “Bye, Maia,” and walked out the preschool door.
Wouldn’t it be nice if all life transitions were that matter-of-fact? You say goodbye, walk out the door, and face what’s next.