It's November 5th, and 72 degrees! The breeze blowing through the window is more of a breath of summer than of fall, and the sweatshirt I threw on in "didn't do the laundry last weekend and I'm totally out of clothes now" desperation is way to hot. Bizarre. It reminds me of this book.
I've really enjoyed fall this year. Usually I'm so freaked out by school starting and Christmas looming that I curse the fall and refuse to open my eyes to its beauty. Maybe since this one has gone on for so long, I've worked through the baggage to a place where I can notice and enjoy it.
Yesterday I took Soph and her around-the-corner friend J on a little nature walk. They both are such little collectors. They want to take nature home with them in their pockets, and in mine when there's are too full. For J, it's shiny rocks. She just can't pass them up. I preferred her gatherings to Soph's, which were pine cones that dripped with sap. She'll still hold my hand on walks, and by the time we got home, we were practically stuck together.
So now I'm off to do my little bit of volunteer work for Soph's teacher. I can't make it in during the day to be a reading mom, so I spend some time on Friday afternoons getting the reading folders ready for the following week. Soph tools around visiting her old teachers and I have a chance for some one-on-one time with Mrs. S., so I see it as time well spent.
Today's best thing about being a mom: holding hands
Today's worst thing about being a mom: helping with math homework (So far it's not above my head, but folks, it's just a matter of time.)