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Because Seasons Change

David and Cian and I just dropped the girls off for their first day of the new school year. First and second grade. Tiny plaid uniforms. Backpacks that still look a bit too big for their little bodies. Saoirse told me last night that she wasn’t ready for the year to start–this summer had been too nice. Too much fun. “Relaxing,” she said. You know already that I felt the same way. I wasn’t the Author this summer, or really even the Author Mom. I really didn’t have a choice to be anything other than Regular Mom once vacation started, and while I’m not so sure I want to know what that means for a burgeoning writing career, these past weeks were some of the best that I can remember. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have a choice: I had to be in the mix with these three kiddos whether I wanted to be working or not, so I just gave myself over to it. It was the first time since I started writing toward publication that I didn’t feel utterly guilty…

It’s Fine, Honest

The first day of first grade. You know how this goes. She’s so nervous. So excited. There’s so much potential for what can happen these next months: the friendships, the learning, the community, the growth. It’s the first day of first grade. You know how it goes. I’m so nervous. So scared. There’s so much I want to ask of her teacher: keep her excited, keep her challenged, keep her innocent. Keep her safe. She trusts me. I have to trust others. And I have to let her grow.     A Little Addendum:  Saoirse ran toward me today after she walked out of school and threw her arms around my waist. Her smile was bigger than her face (as was mine, because, you know. My girl. She was hugging me). We got into the car, and the first words out of her mouth were, “It was awesome, Mom!”  You are not surprised.    &nbsp…

And So It Begins

Yesterday was Saoirse’s first day of preschool. Would you hand me those tissues, please? Nah, I’m kidding.  I didn’t cry, but it was strange.  Saoirse was so excited to go into her classroom when we dropped her off that I had to force a one-armed hug on her, and David didn’t even get a “bye.”  Which is good, I guess, because that means she’s ready and happy, so we should be, too. But this it.  This is the beginning.  It’s the start of living in our car, and shuttling the kids back and forth, and no longer travelling like a mama duck with her babies in tow.  I took Quinn to a MyGym class by ourselves, then into a grocery store to pick up a few items before we met Saoirse at the end of her day.  The whole time we were out, Quinn and I kept sort of gazing around, then looking at each other, like, huh.  It’s awfully quiet, just the two of us here, ain’t it? After we picked her up, SK practically bounced along the sidewalk on…