Celebrating fresh starts while holding onto memories.
For years now every July/August, I find myself standing in the school supply aisle. At one time this was for my kids now its for my grandkids. While, I’m excited for them picking out the fresh notebooks, sharpened pencils, and crisp backpacks feel like a clean slate, full of possibilities. On the other hand, my heart tugs knowing another summer has slipped away, and with it, a little more of their childhood.
Back-to-school always feels like such a mix of emotions.
I loved watching my kids grow into these amazing humans. Now I get to do it all over with my beautiful grandchildren. I've watched their confidence bloom as they took new grades, new teachers, new challenges. But there’s also that quiet part of me that misses the days of late night movies, cuddles in bed, and mornings with no alarms.
The night before the first day is always the same in our house: nervous energy, outfits laid out neatly, backpacks packed with care. And then comes the morning drop-off… that bittersweet moment when you let go of their hand, or they jump out of the car and watch them step into another chapter of life. It’s pride and ache rolled into one.
If you’re another parent feeling this tug-of-war, just know you’re not alone. It’s okay to celebrate the structure and routine that comes with school starting, while also grieving the slower, freer days of summer and years past. Parenting is always both joy and nostalgia, along with excitement and longing.
So here’s to fresh starts, brave little steps, and the reminder that every new school year isn’t just a milestone for our kids—it’s one for us too.
With heart,
Lizette Green-Bean
Your Real Estate Expert
