We’re counting down the end of summer.

20 days till college…

21 days till sophomore year…

22 days till 2nd grade…

3 more summer days with students…

2 weeks till I start the new school year and the toddler’s back to school…

I can’t believe we are here.

College is looming, registration is done, paperwork is submitted, finalizing financial aid, buying stuff for a dorm room…waiting impatiently to find out where on campus the Firstborn will be living…finishing up the final week of the summer job.  It’s been a busy and full summer with lots of time to hang in the car on the way to and from work, lots of conversations and talks.  Lots of driving time as we work on getting the elusive driver’s licence. Lots of clenched teeth and gasping as mom tries to keep her cool.  It’s crazy and a summer full of memories.

Sophomore year is approaching.  The sophomore has a lot to do this year and a lot of changes that need to happening academically.  He’s matured as he rode his bike daily to summer school to try and correct mistakes made during the academic year.  Lesson’s were learned as he tried to finish an online class and we learned that a classroom is probably a better fit for him.  It’s been a summer of growing and changes…and fun.  Youth group nights, camping with the family, going to summer camp, and getting his permit…

Second grade is happening…the 7 year old is learning lessons in being a good big brother, using technology responsibly and the consequences that come when you don’t.  He’s also enjoying squirt guns, summer school reviews and fun with the family.  It’s been a good summer for him and we’re enjoying some time before heading back to school.

The toddler is still not talking but having fun with his older siblings…potty training is looming on the horizon and while he liked parts of camping I can say it wasn’t his favorite.  We are enjoying legos, pushing trucks and playing demolition derby.  I’m excited to see what changes will occur in the next year and can’t believe my baby will be 2 in under 2 months!

My expectations for mothering need to shift and change.  I’m gearing up for a new school year and dreading my oldest being gone and not home everyday.  I’m plotting ways to be an encouragement and just needing a pat on the back once in a while.  I feel like a big old failure and a success all at the same time.  It’s a period of shifting and change and one that I’m trying to embrace while at the same time kicking and screaming as I try to avoid everything.

So that’s it in a nutshell…the countdown to a new school year and end of summer and looking ahead at what’s to come…