Tonight, this post is more about myself, than my son. Summer is coming to an end, the kids go back to school on Thursday and as I think about our summer it all seems kind of... odd. I’ve been going through a weird phase, I guess you can call it the blues.
I think the weight of all we’ve been through and the concern that I have for the future have really brought me down. The long days with the kids, the stress, the lack of routine and not being able to sleep have taken its toll. I’ve been hurting a lot, I just don’t feel like me.
Can you relate?
But tonight, I’m feeling optimistic. The kids return back to school, giving me structure in our day as well as freedom from the “I’m bored” complaints. With the boys in school, there’ll be less fighting and maybe even some peace. We’ll also be returning to our church bible study group and connecting more socially, bringing a good dose of support.
It all reminds me of my childhood, when I would buy a new school outfit and supplies for the first day of school, everything felt like a fresh start, there was so much hope in the air. Tonight, I’m feeling that hope as I pack my boys’ backpacks and I’m praying that the end of summer will be that positive change that I so desperately need and an end to these summertime blues.