In a few short days, Grace and Zach will be through with the 2015-2016 school year. Becca and I will officially have an incoming sixth-grader and third-grader, respectively, on our hands.
Of course, one common reaction when letting people know where our kids are at in school is something akin to the following: “Wow! Your kids are growing up so fast!” Yes, they certainly are. But it’s not like we’re almost empty-nesters or something. Far from it.
Grace has told us of her intentions to join choir this coming fall, so — theoretically — that equates to seven more years of choral concerts. (Not that those won’t be completely enjoyable, Mrs. Anderson and Ms. Johnson — I was in choir all through junior high and high school and thoroughly loved it.) Given that she’s already taking part in band, there will likely be some trip to some fairly exotic locale at some point, given what’s become an honored WHS tradition of playing at college bowl games and parades. There will be many more dance recitals. Oh … and more homework, more drama with friends, (gulp) dating and those sorts of, shall we say politely, interesting challenges.
And that’s just Grace. We have 10 more years of Zachary being home with us, and who really knows what he’ll get into as he gets older (hopefully not too much trouble). He loves basketball and baseball probably most among sports, and almost certainly will also be involved in music in some way. Other than that, I suppose the most important thing in my mind for him at this point is finally learning how to behave at the dining room table.
Perhaps that will happen over the summer. But, as is always the case, a lot of the summer will happen without me.
It’s not as if I won’t see the kids (and Becca) any less over the coming months than usual. It’s just that — with the exception of a few days off I’ll likely take at some point — I’ll be at work and Bec will home with the kids, on summer break right along with them. Except for her, summer’s not much of break at all.
The kids, naturally, will be participating in various organized summer activities that they’ll need to get to and from. They’ll want to go over to friends’ houses, and have friends over. They’ll also — and I don’t think I’m going out on much of a limb here — fight a lot. And Bec, God bless her, will be there, managing the lives of our two youngsters while trying to complete two graduate school classes and plan for the upcoming school year, among other responsibilities. (Oh, and keep the house from looking consistently downright trashed, I would imagine).
In some ways, I would think, summer break is almost more work for Bec than the school year. For me, anyway, it would be. I think I might ask Bec in the coming days if she wants to make a small wager on when she utters the words “I can’t wait until school starts” for the first time. (The terms of the bet could be critical to the outcome, though. The last thing I want is to, say, have to cook supper every night after coming home from work, although after a week the rest of the house may not want those meals, anyway).
There are so many exciting things to look forward to when it comes to our children over the next several years, and I have a feeling that in some ways it will all be behind us far too quickly. In the meantime … Becca returns to WMS for all-teachers workshop on Aug. 29. That’s T-minus 104 days and counting!