I literally do not have anything to do right now but write.
And it's beyond time for an update. My boys have settled into the rhythms of their school years; my older one is now talking about going stag to the coronation dance. I worry about who he's going to hang out with or if he'll find anyone to hang out with. My younger boy brought home his safety patrol sash and proudly announced that he is directing the third graders during dismissal.
And mom is in the process of letting go of all the volunteer stuff. This next chapter of our lives challenges us all, and I can't afford distractions. Alas, the world is full of them.
This summer, we had more outings and get-togethers with friends than we ever had before. And the best part was that we didn't have to explain anything to anyone--we just went out and had a great time. And had a whole bunch of great times.
While I hammer out what the remainder of G's religious education program is going to look like, AS at the high school has taken note of all Nic's growth over the last six months and is pushing him to the next level. And G's AS works toward giving him the tools he needs to conquer middle school next year. Already, Nic's parted the sea for little brother, but little brother will still have to paddle his own way.
Speaking of sea, G surprised us all this summer by literally diving into the ocean. He used to be afraid of the waves, but this year, he's developed a healthy respect for the size and strength of the ocean alongside genuine enjoyment. We also re-discovered his preschool music teacher, who now visits us in the house once a week and works with Gabriel on singing, piano, and occasionally, guitar. (He still plays the trombone. Summer POPs was, at best, a mixed experience for him).
And we're supposed to sell popcorn. But I can't think about that right now.
And Nic's made a bundle metal detecting. He's becoming a pretty apt businessman, also. Between snow shoveling and various scientific studies, he's doing better than I ever did baby sitting at his age.
I don't know what the future holds for either of them. But they have each other, and they have us.
And that's a good start.
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