Soaking Up the Last Few Weeks Before School Starts
Between launching my mini online shop, reseting from our family vacation, writing my first book ( which is now available on Amazon ) and setting up shop at my first artist market, I needed a break. As summer officially winds down, I found myself taking a set back and holding onto these final few weeks with my kids. The long days, sticky ice pops, late-night movie nights, and lakeside memories feel extra precious this year—because for the first time, all four of my babies will be in school.
It’s a bittersweet milestone. On one hand, I can’t believe how quickly time has flown—my toddlers turned into big kids right before my eyes. On the other, I can feel a new season of motherhood approaching, one where I’ll experience something I haven’t in over a decade: quiet. Real, uninterrupted, solitary quiet.
This is the first time I’ll walk back into a house after drop-off and not hear cartoons blaring in the background, toys scattering across the floor, or little footsteps following me from room to room. Instead, I’ll have the creative freedom to pour into my passions—whether it’s painting, creating organic content, or simply making a cup of coffee and actually finishing it while it’s still hot.
But before that transition begins, I’m choosing to be intentional with these last weeks of summer. That means spending slow mornings cuddling on the couch, taking impromptu ice cream trips, and saying yes to those family movie nights even if it’s a Tuesday. It also means gently easing everyone (myself included) back into school routines—earlier bedtimes, doctor’s appointments, back-to-school shopping, and packing up new backpacks.
It’s a season of balance: soaking up the last bits of summer magic while preparing for the structure that lies ahead. And while I know I’ll miss having my kids at home during the day, I also feel a spark of excitement about what this new rhythm will bring—for them as growing little humans and for me as a woman rediscovering quiet, space, and creative flow.
Motherhood is full of transitions, but this one feels especially significant. It’s the end of one era and the start of another—and I’m grateful for both.