The end of summer...

Today marks the last weekday of summer for us. We hit the ground running tomorrow with my oldest son's school open house. Our church is having a big open house for it's new building as well this weekend which we are involved in so we'll be there all day Saturday and Sunday. School begins on Monday and we're back into the routine. I've talked to many of my friends and as I see it, we're broken off into two camps. 1) those that are ready for school to start...."sooooo ready" in the words of one of my closest friends, and 2) those that are sad to see it all begin again. I have to admit I am leaning more on the latter. I miss my son when he is gone, and I can't decide who will be crying more on Monday, me or him. I hate getting up early and having to be somewhere by a certain time. The endless hours in the car, back and forth are something I don't look forward to either. The one thing I won't miss is refereeing my boys because they've had a little too much "together" time. I know that by next weekend though I will be glad to have a routine again. This is the day I look back over the summer and reflect on what was done, and what wasn't. I ask the questions "did I spend enough time with them, did they have enough activities; do enough reading, how much did they learn and how much did they enjoy themselves over the summer"? I really don't have the answers to all of it really. All I can do is pray every day for God's wisdom and guidance in raising these sweet boys He gave us. I can't compare what my family did to another. We're not them and they are not us. That is the fastest way to discontentment. No, all I can do is what God has asked of me for MY children. I feel good about this summer and hopefully my boys do too. I pray they look back on this summer when they are older and have fond memories.....and not something they need to talk to a therapist about!