Here we go!

Today is the last day of my boy's summer vacation. In reality, it's all of our last days as everyone goes back to their normal roles tomorrow morning. I always seem to be filled with a melancholy mood at the very end of summer and this goes back to my own school years. This year, although not as pronounced as in the past, holds true as well. Looking back over the past three months, we did more this summer than any summer since Malachy's birth. We traveled to the east coast and went camping a few times. We went for day rides and met some friends. We enjoyed time with extended family. Malachy enjoyed three adventurous days at his all-time favorite activity; riding roller coasters at amusement parks. It's been a good, full summer and we are now focusing on the upcoming school year. My role this year is completely different from any one I've held in my past 40 something (ahem) years. I'm going to be Malachy's third grade teacher (well, technically "learning coach"). And I am filled with mixed emotions like you'd never believe!

Everything is all set to go. School books & guides have found a bookshelf and are organized. Desk is supplied with pencils, rulers, tape, stapler, glue, printing paper, construction paper, art supplies and math tools. We've navigated through the online school several times to prepare ourselves for the actual courses. I've looked over the guide books and know my son will have a good year academically. Why am I still having these nagging. self-doubting thoughts? In the past, whenever I have set my mind to something, it has usually worked out well. I know that about myself.

I imagine it's the sheer importance of it all that gives me butterflies. I do realize and appreciate that I have the best, supportive husband in this case. He has patted me on the back through all the little steps we've gone through to get here. I know my son is looking forward to this school year as he told me just the other day he is excited to begin (but didn't want to look at anything early, as if it was cheating).

Perhaps it's not self-doubt, but only pre-game jitters. After all, this is the big leagues and we're in it to win.

Wish us luck!