My two youngest kids are entering 11th grade. The recurring theme in my head is, How did we get here so fast?
I have misty memories of their younger years: soft, pudgy baby hands, “Doc McStuffins” playing in the background, and the marked absence of deep sighs and eye rolls in my life.
When my kids were in elementary school, I loved summer. I also loved when it ended.
As much as I looked forward to the last day of school and the lazier pace of summer, the novelty of pool days and ice cream trips eventually wore off. Summer became a noisy house, endless requests for snacks, a backyard...
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