Change

Knock-knock.

Who’s there?

August.

August Who?

August 11.

What? You mean this isn’t really a joke? It’s mid-August
already? How in the world did that happen? Though still in the upper 90’s in
St. Louis, we are looking fall squarely in the face as the school year
looms ahead and the schedule turns crazy.

This is the year my family learns the fine art of balancing
the homeschool world with the private school world
as our two oldest girls head
off to a traditional school setting come next Thursday.

This is the year we learn what it means to wake up to an
alarm clock, what homework is, how to negotiate a carpool line, and how many
different ways we can package a PB&J and still make it palatable.

Change.

It comes so quickly. We made this decision back in May
and back in May, August seemed a long way off. Yet here we are. August 11. 

While the decision to send the girls to school still seems
like the right one, there are moments I second-guess it. Craig and I were
talking about this very thing the other night and I asked him, “What if this
isn’t the right decision?” His response: “We make it the right
decision.”

Change.

The school calendar came out a couple of weeks ago and I
proceeded to enter all the new events into our family Google calendar.
Back-to-School Family Picnic, New Parent Luncheon, 5th and 6th
grade parent night, 6th grade retreat. Bye-bye freedom in the
calendar.

Change.

New friends, new opportunities, new growth.

Change.

Hello, August 11. Let’s do this.