weary; it’s end of term
We are crawling towards the end of the school term, noticing a shift in the seasons and subsequently, a change in our bodies. Che is home from school today; sniffly and croaky. Nothing drastic, just the exhaustion of two months at school and three weeks to go. Such a long term!
When I peeked into his classroom last week I noticed a few vacant chairs. It happens around this time every term; tired little bodies and minds ready for a few weeks of slow mornings and no plans. I find I’m extra mindful of him at the moment, mindful of my exhaustion, too.
The three of us have done pretty well these past 10 weeks; establishing our own rhythms and comforting each other when the missing has been overwhelming. We’re nearing the end of this journey now, with less than four weeks to go (no definite date yet) and so I’m embracing the opportunity to do things our way; if we’re a few minutes late for school – so be it. If a day at home is required, we’ll rest and read and eat soup for lunch.
I find the school system, in general, isn’t overly supportive of home days and rest time. But time at home is essential to mental and physical wellbeing and when it’s required I succumb. Last week we needed to get a late note from the office and when the secretary asked me what my reason was I said: “embracing slow.” She wrote: “running late”. Perspective.
I imagine I’m not the only one experiencing a lull at the moment. Take care, go gently.