The Cherubs are back in school, and I’m relaxed for the first time since June :)
Summers, historically, are not our best season as a family. This one was no different. Most of the time, I felt like this Bart Simpson doll:
And yet, as I scroll through pictures in order to curate a perfect internet version of our glorious happiness for you, I realize that we had some nice moments in there with all the boredom and the eye-rolling. Honesty requires me to disclose that for most of the past 7 weeks, the primary way the four of us showed our love for one another was by all the things we DIDN’T say. The spiritual fruit of Self Control was in serious rotation at the Ryan household as we four introverts spent way too much time together without the structure we need to thrive. But in the midst of that…
We flew to California!
We spent a week a the beach in my hometown in Maine!
We ate dinner ON THE FIELD at Fenway Park!
We used the dining room table for jigsaw puzzles (who knew we like jigsaw puzzles?) and ate at the kitchen island.
And we made it through.
The kids are excited to be back at school, and I’m in awe that I can hand over the academic part of their development to qualified teaching professionals. (Thank you qualified teaching professionals! I’d hug you all if my kids weren’t so embarrassed by my existence that I’m essentially banned from their schools. Still though – giving you high-fives from here!)
We do so much better as a family when we have more going on, and when we spend our days out having individual lives and then come back together to share about what we’ve seen and done and learned. I don’t know if we’ll go back to eating dinner in the dining room or if this jigsaw puzzle thing is here to stay. But either way, I’m grateful for seasons, and the sure knowledge that new life is around each corner.