First things first … my latest release, REDEMPTION AT MIRABELLE should be in stores now! No worries of running into the hoards of back to school shoppers as you rush out to buy it. 🙂 To celebrate, I’m giving away three copies from my back list, so check out my web site for past titles.
Only yesterday did it really sink in that my son and daughter, senior in high school and college, respectively, were heading back to school today. I know. Where have I been for the past several weeks, right?
Well, where I’ve been is training for my 100 mile bike ride (coming up this Saturday). Writing my story the SEAL OF DREAMS anthology. Promoting my latest, and possibly my last, Mirabelle Island releases. And lamenting the passage of summer. For the first time in seventeen years the phrase “back to school” hasn’t sent rushes of adrenaline through me for weeks on end along with the realizations that I have to do this and buy that and take care of the other.
There was no calling around to find a store that carried an orange folder because a certain teacher required everything to be color coded. No stocking up on things for cold lunches. No filling out of volunteer applications. No clothes shopping. No prepping of back packs. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
My daughter took care of ordering all her books online and paid her tuition. My son went to orientation on his own, bought all his school supplies himself several days ago and couldn’t care less if he had new “back to school” clothes. I haven’t volunteered at school for years. And it’s been years since I’ve made a cold lunch.
I did laundry yesterday to make sure his dirty old back to school clothes clothes were clean. That was it.
As I took the dogs for their walk this morning, it dawned on me that while I feel a little sad, I’m more than anything relieved to be in this new stage of my life. I wouldn’t trade these past seventeen years for anything in the world, but I’m looking forward to the future. The independence. The doing for myself.
Maybe I’m jumping ahead of myself. My son does still have one year left. But I think I’m in the best year ever because my son has one year left. I’m not yet an emptynester. I have time to adjust. I have time to enjoy this last year. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Enjoy it! Every day. Every moment. That’s the pact I’m making with myself today!
What about you? Did you just spend the last several weeks in a frenzy getting kids ready? Does back to school to you mean more about a change in season than anything? Happy, sad, indifferent?
Whatever stage you’re in, please enjoy your day! Helen