For the first time in his life, I want to stop time.
Summer has been over for three weeks. I know this because three weeks ago, Little G started pre-school. When Little G was born, it felt like I grabbed onto a moving roller coaster and only recently has it felt like I have gotten my bearings. And now the whole thing just started off again. I can not completely describe it, but even just looking at pictures from three weeks ago...just three weeks...seems like I'm looking at a different kid.
The end of our summer was epic. Summer itself was epic - Little G had 'camp' for five weeks and then we were away for our yearly pilgrimage to the Jersey Shore and then he had two more weeks of camp and another week of 'welcome to your new school' camp. And then, after a summer of scheduled fun, we had two weeks off. Two whole weeks of just me, Little G and his baby sister.
I was petrified.
I ended up making a basic plan for each day where we lounged and had breakfast then headed out to explore the city, or go to a beach, or just ride the rails, and then we came home and I tucked two kids into their beds, exhausted, for a nap. I had a babysitter come for the afternoons during those two weeks. She had the easiest job ever as both my kids were usually asleep the whole time and I spent the afternoons trying to fit in various appointments...physical therapy for my ankle, dentist appointments, therapist appointments, etc. We deviated from the plan on some days, but for the most part, that's what we did. And it was awesome.
And now it is September. And not just September, but three weeks into September. For the first time since having Little G, September MEANT something. Preschool isn't just a change in his life, it is a change in ours. He goes five days a week for six hours a day. This was a major shift for us. So yeah, for the first time, when September rolled around and life had a major, noticeable, transition I found myself wanting to stop time. Wanting to hold onto Summer, as long as I could -- because this roller coaster didn't even slow down and too quickly I am looking back into the distance trying to hold on to everything that was awesome knowing that the next time summer rolls around, he'll be four.