It’s blustery outside tonight. The sound of the howling wind and rain combined is one I’d expect near the end of autumn. It feels much more like tea and slippers weather than Memorial Day Weekend fare, but we do live in the Midwest, where anything is possible until after the holiday. I’m so glad our plants aren’t in the ground yet, but I’m still hopeful we’ll be able to make some gardening headway over the long stretch of weekend ahead.
Goodness, we’re all ready for a long weekend. Tomorrow marks 28 weeks for baby, but the buzz around here is much more related to last days of school and field day than how far along we are on the baby countdown. I’ll admit that the last days of school make for a very exciting time, even if I’m still over here counting other things, too. It’s a beautiful time to celebrate all the good that’s taken place in another strange and unfamiliar year.
When we wake up tomorrow, C will be off to his last day of his first year in school. It’s threeschool, mind you, but his first foray out into the world without mom and dad. He’s come to love it, and to love particular elements of his school days that really suit his personality, energy and interests. It’s been really good for my heart to see him flourish elsewhere–not because I don’t love having him here, but because I think he’s really enjoyed having something that’s just his own. This is probably timely as God prepares C’s heart and mind to become a big brother. To watch him take ownership and be proud of his own thing feels like a very helpful step as we look to this next chapter. Tonight as we tucked kiddos in, C said, “I’m the best. Except for the baby, who’s the best.” Ha! You’ve got to love the uncompromised confidence that comes with being so young. I’ll empower that all the day long if I’m able.
Tomorrow also marks E’s last day of 1st grade, which means my last day of homeschooling for this year. This feels like a giant accomplishment for both of us, and perhaps this year more than others. It was a time for flexibility and change, for balancing the dynamics of two kiddos in school (but one of those part-time) and one at home every day without a program to supplement what we were learning here. I can’t get over how much E has matured and grown in this year of studying together. She has taken on so many responsibilities (some that we’ve asked of her and many on her own), and I’m so thankful for the front row seat as she becomes more of who God is creating her to be. She is dependable and responsible in a way that often takes me by surprise (though maybe it shouldn’t). Her sisterhood sandwiched between two brothers brings out a motherly bent that is beautiful to witness. I’m so delighted for her for the growth she’s shown this year–not only in school, but in life and music lessons and dance and as a sister. I know that God is preparing her for her new role as we welcome baby at the end of summer. She’s already such a help to me, and no doubt, she’ll dote on this little one with intentionality and gentleness.
H is gearing up for his last week of school, too, marking time with things like baseball games, a spring music performance, running his first race and planning on field day activities. He tried out instruments this week for the possibility of band next year, is gearing up for a week of overnight summer camp and is still devouring books as though his life depended on it. I can tell that he’s prepping his heart and mind to add another sibling to the mix, too, but mostly for the toll he knows parenting takes in those early days. Being a baby whisperer in his own right, he will welcome a new baby with great joy. I can’t wait to see him holding and loving on this little one with his tender heart and big brother spirit.
All in all, it feels like we’re just moving forward one day at a time as you do, but with thoughts of days ahead that we know to anticipate and that still seem a little out of reach. I’m loving this season of collaboratively celebrating what is to come while still being the family of five that we’ve grown accustomed to for so long. This coming weekend, being together and just doing normal family life will be what we all need…progress around the house and outside, for sure, but also just time to slow down a little and to welcome the change of seasons from the emotional side just as much as the physical one. I’m really grateful for all of the milestone moments that have happened here lately, and equally as grateful to think about entering into some days that have a different cadence about them.
Until then, there’s much to celebrate in our current state; the ending of things just as others are beginning feels right and good. And for now, it’s time to tuck in for the night and embrace the need for warmer blankets on the cusp of a season where we (I?) surely won’t need them. Rest well, all,
MM