Well, it's really over. It kind of ended at the beginning of the week, but now it's really, officially gone. Tomorrow marks a 7:40 to 3:00 day. The students are back and the real work begins.
There's a teacher joke that goes, "What are the three best parts of being a teacher? - June, July, and August." It's not true, but there's some truth in it.
I spent a lot of time today thinking about Rebecca and the boys. My computer screen saver rolls pictures across the screen. Between work and reading, I watched our family grow and play. This summer seems to be the first time Joshua has truly enjoyed having a brother. No coincidence that it is also the summer he discovered superheroes need sidekicks. Andrew ranges from Superman and Robin to Dash and Alpha Pig.
Andrew seems to think I'm one of Rebecca's three sons. He tells on me quite often. I think he thinks we're equals. Actually, I think he thinks I'm a little lower on the scale.
Rebecca continues to amaze me as she joyfully serves her three boys and puts up with all of our messes. She loves enthusiastically and brings a sweet stability to our house. Her unselfishness humbles me and makes me want to be more unselfish myself.
None of this ends tomorrow, but it changes. Energy levels won't be quite as optimal at 4:00 as they are in the morning. It's a time to mourn and a time to be thankful. Most people don't get to play with their families as often as I do. I'm grateful for the time I've been given.
3 comments:
You forgot to mention what Andrew said when you told him you had to go back to work..."there's your car". We already miss you but are extremely thankful for the special summer we shared. Love you!
I feel your pain. And I am doing the parent happy dance.
Really, though, I'm glad that my girls are in your care at school.
Go well Danny Bryant, keeper of tenderest little ones.
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