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End of summer almost near...

Woooohooo can you hear it? I can. It's the sound of parents happily buying school supplies and clothes. Wait...what's that you say? You don't get happy about buying school stuff? Think about it this way...you're buying not just tools for your child's education, but tools for your PEACE and sanity to return for a little while.

Now I love my kids, really I do. But having a summer full of nothing but RAIN has driven them and me a bit batty. I promised at the first of June to set up their pool. Then the end of June. By mid-July we realized it wasn't happening. So we'll probably end up going to the lake if we catch a sunny day sometime to go swimming.

Of course with this "break" in sight, comes a bit of melancholy. Ry's going to 5th grade, and JJ's (yes JJ, his new nickname as my youngest niece can't pronounce his full name and we think it's cute) going to 2nd. And my oldest niece, who seemingly was only born just a few months ago, is starting Pre-K. But 5th and 2nd. They're at the age where they want me to take them to school the first day, but no hand-holding, no sloppy sugary kisses bye, and absolutely NO crying. JJ has said if I cry the first day of school, he'd rather take the bus.

So I had to promise to keep the tears inside. It's not as hard as when they first started school, but with Ry, he's going to Intermediate, which is kinda screwy in itself. 3rd grade he made the switch to intermediate, then they built a new elementary so for 4th grade he got moved back to elementary. Now he gets to go back to intermediate, so maybe it won't be too big of a shock since he's already somewhat familiar with the school.

So as I rejoice as my days of peace and quiet draw near (at least until I get a decent job), I am also saddened by the fact my babies aren't babies anymore (except in my heart) and are growing up. Far too fast.

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July 26, 2007 at 3:11 PM
Anonymous said…
I don’t think you should be sad, I think you should be proud of yourself. It's so admirable for me that you raised your kids all by yourself. I read about the tragedy that happened to you, and I want to tell you how deeply sorry I am for that.

Anyway, you are now the mother of some great kids, that love you more and more with each day going by. So what do you have to be sad about =)?
July 26, 2007 at 3:12 PM
Melissa said…
Thank you Din :) I do the best for my kids that I can, one day at a time, and sometimes it seems hopeless, that they'd have a better life without me. Then I look into their faces and I know I couldn't ever leave them. They need me, and I need them. They are simply my whole world.
July 31, 2007 at 2:45 PM
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