Today, Ronan looked at me and said, “Mommy, party’s over.”
Then a millisecond later: “Mommy, summer is in the wind.”
I have no idea where he comes up with this stuff. But he is right. Summer is in the wind. It has blown away.
Everyone is all bummed out about this. At least that is what Facebook tells me.
I am not bummed about this. The Fall is my favorite season of the year, always has been. It is the season where we don’t have to care who is on the Vineyard, which celebrity someone saw on Nantucket, whose summer house is the biggest. Whose kids were the cutest on the beach.
It is a time, I think, to regroup. Especially for parents. The end of summer is like the fiscal end of the year for us with little people. The school year begins. The schedule gets nuts. The tides turn and we focus less on beaches and sunsets and vacation and focus not on them as lovely little sand covered photo ops but as little people getting older.
Growing up. Heading to school. Standing on our doorsteps, their backpacks filled with fresh pencils and blank notebooks and a future filled with promise. All of this, hanging on their little shoulders; their little futures in our hands.
Which brings me to this. That picture. That quintessential photo op; your child (or children) on the doorstep, ready for school. Smiling. Ready for a new year, a new adventure.
Why is everyone so sad about this? Facebook is littered with parents expressing their remorse about this. I am not sure I understand. This is a beautiful thing. These kids are growing up, moving up. Their smiles are a testament to what amazing parents you all are.
I see these pictures, they make me smile. I am looking forward to hearing about all your little wonders and the things they do.
But, most of all, I think this. Maybe not this year, maybe not next year, but someday Ronan will stand strong at my doorstep with his backpack, and his pencils and his notebooks— and his smile. My camera will be ready.
And everything every naysayer said will be blown away. It will all be in the wind.
And I will have the best reason of all why this is my favorite time of year.