In case you were wondering. Teachers don’t have summers off. We do a year’s worth of work in ten months. My summer vacation is coming to an end.
I admit I was curled up in a fetal position inside my cocoon. Daring my children to even look at me. I struggle with transitions also. I don’t have a sitter for my children, mainly Syd after school. I have her IEP meeting during my lunch time this week. Daddy meets with the surgeon this week. I just need to turn back time.
So long to my daily naps and bike rides. So long to my flexibility in case Syd needs more time. So long being able to pee whenever I feel the urge. So long…
We became beach people this summer. Not stay all day beach people. But we navigated the beaches more than ever this summer. Hell, we even slept in a tent. I danced like no one was watching and conquered some personal goals of my own. I lost a few inches, read twelve books and wrote a book.
I found my purpose this summer and I think I’m afraid to let go. I’m afraid I won’t be able to do the things that God has called me to do. The feeling of knowing your purpose is powerful.
Executing your purpose is scary. But we write our own chapters to our story. Choose when to yell plot twist and choose when to start over.
I’ll miss my summer days. But we have made some great memories that make me smile. Harrison and Sydney need me to healthy and happy. So, I’m bringing my summer mommy attitude with me into the next season. No regrets this time around. I’m carrying summer with me.
I’ll write again soon!