The great teacher

Tomorrow is Eleanor’s last day of school, and I am sad. Most moms I know tear up at the beginning of the school year, sending a child off to kindergarten or middle school or beyond. I am more than happy to send my children back to school at the end of summer, particularly at the end of a Texas summer when we have exhausted every swimming pool, museum, and movie. Endings get to me though. This is when I feel the passage of time most acutely.

Parenting insights

The past few months have given me two big insights as a parent. First, no matter how well I think I know my kids, they are capable of surprising me. Sounds obvious, right? After eight years with Eleanor, though, I had reached the point that I could predict her every reaction, her every like and dislike.