In the week before school starts, my Facebook feed is always full of wistful posts from friends who are mourning the end of summer. They recap the fun things they’ve done with their kids and share photos of successful summer vacations. They lament having to get back on a regular dinner and bed schedule. They are sad that school is starting.
I totally do not get that. At all.
I love the first day of school. I have never once cried on the first day, never once felt sad to be leaving my kids. I am never regretful that summer is over; I am ready to get back in a routine, back on a schedule. I have one kid who doesn’t do well — at all — with the lazy free-for-all of summer, which kind of takes the fun out it. For everyone.
Henry has an anxiety disorder. He doesn’t worry about specific things, like tornadoes or homework; instead, he is anxious, all the time, about everything — and, often, about nothing. I think he probably feels like I do after too much coffee — edgy and jittery and just not fully in the moment. Having a consistent schedule helps him to manage his anxiety; summer — or a holiday of any kind — just feeds it.
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