18 Minutes of Constant Chatter

I pick up 10thGrader after school each afternoon. It takes 18 minutes from the time he gets in the car until we get home. Those 18 minutes are filled with his day - what he did in class, what homework he has, what observations he made. Those 18 minutes of constant chatter about whatever is on his mind.

If I didn't see him until after work, I'd miss that. I cherish and treasure those 18 minutes. It's my favorite part of the day.

 

Sophomore and 8th

So I neglected this blog for well over a year because I didn't post a single thing about our first year as high school parents! And we are now emarking on our last year as middle school parents. Yep, 10th and 8th graders in our house. School starts tomorrow and I'm determined to let them be responsible for their own stuff.

I made sure they have what they need for the first day, but I've left it to them to get it put into their backpacks. No more am I filling pencil pouches or putting loose-leaf paper into binders. They are more than capable of doing that themselves.

But I will be making them pb/j sandwiches for their lunchboxes tomorrow :) Some things don't change, no matter how grown you are. A pb/j made by your mom with love is one of those things.