Fall is in the air. The nights are cool again, the days are breezy, and September is around the corner. I love the change of seasons. Here in New Hampshire, each season is so different and beautiful, and fall is my favorite. After a hot, hazy summer, I am looking forward to apple picking, baking, the gorgeous crimsons and oranges of the leaves.
Jamie starts school in two weeks. I am pretty sure I am not ready for that. I was out last night with two good friends, and we were discussing having babies and raising children. One of my friends (who has four children - the youngest is almost 6 months old and the oldest is starting kindergarten this year) explained how she loved the different stages of watching her children grow, yet she still treasures each and every new baby. I liked the way she phrased it because I feel that is so true. My little boy (who is not so little anymore) who used to be my baby is getting ready to go to school. It is a bittersweet time. I am excited to have this new stage of our life unfold. We had fun shopping for a backpack and school clothes. We are going to Jamie's open house next week at his preschool to meet his teachers and fellow classmates. I am already planning our fall schedule - moving Clare's OT to Mondays while Jamie is in school, signing Clare and I up for swim lessons and a Mommy & Me gymnastics class. I am eager to have this time to do activities with Clare and Simon. Yet, at the same time, I feel weird planning events without Jamie involved. Having never sent my children to daycare and very rarely being away from them, it is odd (and sad to me) that Jamie is now going to have this part of his day that does not involve me. Is he old enough already to be doing this? I know Jamie is ready for school. He cannot wait, and I am happy that he is a confident, secure, social child who will blossom at school. But I am going to miss him so much! I will miss his silly knock knock jokes. I will miss watching him patiently teach Clare how to play Hungry, Hungry Hippos. I will miss having my helper bring me a burp cloth, diaper, or pacifier (time to start training Clare!). I will even miss playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles over and over again all morning long.
(Okay, enough, he is only going to be gone for 2.5 hours three days a week, but it sounds like an eternity to me!)