Monthly Archives: August 2015

A Time for Mourning and a Time for Dancing



Tomorrow morning begins a new year of school. This means that I should be peacefully slumbering at this moment, gaining a good night’s rest so that I can greet the new day and new year fully awake and energized…..My body is tired, so so ready for sleep; but my mind will not turn off……first day of school distraction.

I can never sleep the night before the first day of school. (What am I seven years old?) My mind can’t seem to slow down and calm down to get the rest I so desperately need. I think a big part of it is knowing that my alarm is set for some ungodly hour and the longer I stay awake, the more aware I become of the precious sleep I am losing. I want to sleep; but I can’t. There it is.

And as I lie in bed thinking about the end of the summer and the start of a new school year, I can’t help but be reminded of the wise words of King Solomon (and the Byrds). There is season for everything. As one chapter comes to a close, another chapter begins. And there is meaning and significance in both.

A time for mourning and a time for dancing……. That’s how I feel right now. I leave the summer kicking and screaming trying to hold onto it for all it’s worth. I mourn the loss of summer. I love summer. But in the same breath I celebrate what is to come. I dream and dance and celebrate about the possibilities of a new year.

So in this moment of seasons changing I think about the things I will mourn as I am losing summer. I mourn:

sleeping until 8:30 (see it’s not like I want to sleep all day, just 8:30. Is that so much to ask?)

extra time with my kiddos; I miss them when the busyness of school sets in

staying up late to read an entire book if I want

no schedule

eating dinner at 8pm (or later)

a quiet morning with no particular place to rush off to

the beach (which I did not get nearly enough of this year)

abusing Netflix if I feel the need

Good-bye summer things that I love; you will be missed.

But… the midst of mourning there is also celebration; there is dancing. And in this season of change I celebrate because there is much to be excited about:

Catching up with colleagues that I love and respect

being awestruck at how much these kids that I have taught and so dearly love continue to grow and change as the years pass

meeting new kids to teach and love

a new year to learn and grow and be challenged

There is a season for everything. There is a time for every matter under the heavens.

I think it’s going to be a good year. 🙂