The first day of school is an unofficial holiday. A celebration of an end and a beginning. A bit like New Year’s or a birthday.
Identity shifts instantly for everyone involved. The child goes from being a 2nd grader to a 3rd grader. A parent then becomes a parent to a 3rd grader. A sibling has to shift their understanding of who their family members are. The whole family shifts into new roles. A teacher has a whole new class. A school has a new dynamic. A town has a new shape.
Back to school has a buzz to it. Anticipation to what will be and final closure to what has been. It ushers along all who are involved whether they want off the ride or not.
The buzz of a new school year is not always comfortable and positive as shedding of who we were and what has gone is sometimes not easy. Time passed will never be relived and some choices cannot be changed – that challenges even the best of us.
Like for all milestones, there is a mix of heavy and light, excitement and anxiety, joy and sadness as we grow and shift.
A daily practice challenges the person who creates on “inspiration.” We have to mother everyday, and ultimately, it is the daily grind that gives us perspective, clarity and the “high’s” of motherhood. I am exploring if the same happens when I write everyday on the topics that normally light me up – motherhood, self-development, healing and creating. Sign up here to receive those thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.