September is a month I don’t generally care for. Historically it has meant the massive back-to-school buys of new backpacks, shoes, supplies and multiply that by five kids each year! We are down to three now, but, with two in high school and one in University, the buys have just gotten bigger.
Band fees, parking passes, tuition costs etc.
September also brings a ton of things to be read and signed. Lawwwd how I dislike the sheaf’s of papers that come home needing a parent’s signature. Merely a pet peeve, it is a distinct one and I get tired of reading the same forms over and over.
We have one teacher this year who refuses refuses to accept any work that is not typed out and printed. Which means, dear parents, that if you don’t already own one, you better run out and buy a printer. I rebel against this particular one. It’s far and away a bigger ask than the old “please bring in a box of Kleenex for the class”. And it’s unfair on the parents. There are still some families out there who don’t have a home computer, let alone a printer. Besides which, it’s important to encourage the kids to actually write out their work. To learn the difference between a first draft and a final copy. I’m getting ranty, I know. This one just makes me mad though.
Another issue with September? The germs. Back to school means germs which means that almost every single year without fail, some sort of cold has gone through our house. Sometimes strep throat. One year, the flu. Yes, it’s good for our immune systems but yuck. No one likes to get sick. And I hate seeing the kids so miserable. Not going to lie, though, I like that they need me. Sure, they can take care of themselves, but, when they’re sick, even the oldest ones want mom to come cover them with a blanket, lay a cool cloth on their forehead and make them a hot toddy and some soup. I like being that version of mom.
September has new meanings now as well. We had our first kid start University this year. There are three family birthdays in September to celebrate and one, very big, celebration of life.
The 19th this year will mark two years since Shawn’s heart failure. Two years feels good. It feels safer than one year did. It reminds us that life is fleeting and fragile and we’re too old not to live the life we want. We work hard, and we should work just as hard at keeping our family happy and making time for ourselves. It reminds me too of the absolute outpouring of love and support our family received at the time. It’s important to remember that we all have an impact on the world around us and we touch many, many lives.
Fall is a great time to focus on the change aspects of life. Because change is literally all around us. And sure, it’s not spring when everything is about being new and reborn, but, maybe that makes fall just a little bit more important. The trees have to shed their leaves, the flowers have to die. You can’t have the new, until the old is gone to make room for it. But, like the proverbial phoenix, sometimes when the old dies, the new is reborn even more glorious than before.
So sure, I dislike the buying of all the things (no, you DON’T need a third pair of shoes) and the signing of all the forms (what’s THIS one for?), and the endless running around for the right amount of lined paper and coloured highlighters. Yes, I definitely dislike getting sick and watching the kids get sick and especially watching the hubs get sick.
Yes. I *still* cringe and have to look away when I watch a tv show or movie with cardiac arrest that looks very realistic. And I still cry. At everything.
But, changes are inevitable. And as I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten better at embracing them. Better at appreciating the “fall” of life, where some things have to be let go of, but just maybe, they’re making way for something better.