We are on the eve of summer vacation, the kids are finished their last assignments, their marks are in for review, and they are looking longingly towards the lazy days of summer.

I am so proud of the boys, and all of their accomplishments this year:  ‘A’ started a new school, took on a whole new level of work load, met and made a completely new group of friends and mastered an independent commute to school.  ‘a’ worked hard towards his personal goal of making deeper and better connections at school, and succeeded.

I was terrified going into September.  I had no idea how to manage our new schedules, responsibilities, or how to juggle the split-screen of two separate schools, two separate school communities, on top of managing a family business.  Anxiety levels were extremely high.

It took most of the year to get into our flow, and to find our feet, but we all did it.  The commute settled down, lunches got made, homework was handed in (mostly) on time, and new friends were made.  We did it.

The kids swear they aren’t going to moan of boredom, that they are looking forward to the long lazy days ahead.  The promise, up and down.

I give them two days.