Dear Sweet September,
*sigh* I have been missing you, Sept. Each summer, I long for you to get here. To wrap me up in your cool breezes and overcast ways. I daydream about you when those long dog days of summer have me pulling my hair out with bored and whinny kids. I keep a countdown clock running in my mind waiting for you. Then, just when I think I can't take another day of August, here you are. Next year, can we just skip August please? Do The Months have group meetings where you could propose such a thing? No? Oh well. You know, I wanted tell you, I made an attempt to get along with July, but he just wouldn't compromise one bit. Try as I might to let go and have fun, it always seemed that July was laughing at me, not with me.
But, enough of that. You are here and I am over the moon. I actually squealed a bit this morning when I realized the date... and we have a date, don't we? I can't really put into words the absolute giddiness I have bubbling over in me. It is dang near mania, I tell you. But I am a bit pensive too. Thinking on everything that you mean. Soon it will be just you and me, together, for some amazing adventures. One week from today, we'll send those youngsters off to 8th, and 6th, and 2nd grade. We'll get to find our groove again. Sink back into a comforting routine. We will be able bead, or paint, or read, or knit, or write, or walk, or run, or sip tea, or bake, or twirl in my tutu whenever we want! Remember calling a friend for a lunch date? Yeah, we could do that! We are going to Washington DC too and reconnecting with friends and teaching too. Oh, and we were supposed to have jury duty this month, but I pushed that to January. Who wants to spend a week in a bleak jury box when there is such comfort in the air.
I know why I hold you so close to my heart, Sept. It's because you and I are such dear old friends. When I was little, I was just as excited to see you as I am today. I hated summer then too. I loved being in school, with my color coordinated binders and grocery bag covered textbooks. Like so many reunions though, inevitably, they can't last for ever. You will leave in just a few weeks and I will be wondering where you went. We will see each other off in a special way though. On our very last day together, I am getting on a plane for a whirlwind of a trip to England. I am truly feeling spoiled by you. Never change, September. I love you and your "bouquets of sharpened pencil"-ness, just the way you are.
Deeply Yours,
K
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11 comments:
Perfect expression of the the thoughts in my head. Just came back from walking the kids to the first day of school....
i agree..summer is much overrated.. when that first hint of coolness sneaks into the air it's as though the circus has come to town..my heart beats a little faster, creativity comes back from vacation and all is right with the world..or so it seems...
I adore this post of yours Kerry. I helped put my Grandaughter Rowan on the school bus this morning for her first day of kindygarten. I can't believe 5 years just flew by.
Sweet! You will love England with the cool days and quite chilly to coldish nights already! So quaint so almost as if set back in time!
I am a huge Fall fan, and October is usually the month where we begin to see Fall-ish weather down here in AZ. We had 75 a degree morning yesterday (usually we begin our mornings at 90 degrees+ at this time of the year), and I felt so rejuvinated! Yes, boquets of sharpened pencils indeed!
:-) Molly
Dear September,
Please make Kerry happy again! That's all I ask. Thank you!
Warmly,
Leslie
You are one mighty powerful writer, Kerry. I feel the same way for September. And today was a personal triumph for me...my very first daylight hours to create. I squeezed every minute from 8am to noon today. Couldn't be happier. But the twirling in tutus and going for lunch dates sounds like so much fun. Someday I will have all my September days to do that, and all the rest. I gotta keep that dream alive. Thank you for inspiring me today! Enjoy the day, Kerry! Erin
Kerry, I hope you don't look back one day and wish you had not wished time away....I say treasure each season. The kids will grow up and be gone before you know it. Well, I say life is too short to wish away months at a time. Maybe when you're closer to 40 you'll understand. :-)
Have a happy September, wish I could join you all in DC. Maybe next year. Enjoy your trip to England too!
i'm really saddened that you so often talk about your kids as whiny and in the way of *your* dreams and wants..... it's nice to have dreams, but kids are only kids for a little while..... and i'd be more inclined to keep reading your blog if you didn't talk about your children the way you do.....
Thanks for the comments everyone.
Anonymous, I am sorry you don't like the way I talk about my kids. Maybe you have missed the posts where I am so proud of them I could bust?
I don't know why I feel like I have defend myself, but I do. I have carved out this space here, on this little blog, as my own and I welcome people to read my musings. But I won't sugar coat my life to make others happy though. My kids are whiny, and that is that. If you want to read blogs that share nothing but the wonderful things that happen in their day, feel free. I will give you a list of the ones I read. Here though, you get the good, the bad, and everything in between. Having a child with metal illness, my kids DO get in the way of my wants and dreams. It is a reality for me. I am not going to deny it and pretend otherwise.
I love my children to death, they mean the absolute world to me, but they aren't my world. I don't think that makes me a bad mom and that maybe hard for others to understand. Know that, I will be giddy on the first day of school, excited at the prospect of having my time for me back. Know too that, I will be sitting on the porch steps waiting for the bus to arrive to hear every minute of their day too.
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