A few weeks ago I wrote that I felt sad because Summer seemed to have bypassed Autumn and gone straight to Winter. I am pleased to say, I think Autumn has come back fighting.
I woke earlier than normal this morning and could not get back to sleep. And that is when I realised it. The air had a chill, that required slippers and dressing gown being tracked down. I waited for the water to run hot before indulging my hands in it. The thought crossed my mind of flicking the heating on. But, amongst these thoughts of seeking warmth, the sun was peeping in through a crack in the curtains and when I pulled them back the vision was beautiful. A vibrant clear blue sky. A low sun. A slight dew on the grass. Autumn has finally arrived.
Many people do not like Autumn. They see it as a sad period. Summer has faded. The trees are losing their lush green status and 'getting naked'. The sun no longer has the heat to walk around sans jacket. The long dark Winter is approaching. I do not though. I like it. It always makes me feel nostalgic. To me it indicates a new beginning. I think this is related to the school year starting. I always felt it was a fresh start when a new school year approached in September.
Yes, you had to get through a cold old Winter, but at the end of that lay the irresistible temptation of another Spring and Summer to look forward too. Summer holidays to warm destinations were discussed and usually booked in the thick of Winter too, as 'something to look forward too.'
I still feel that way about school, but for J1. Autumn Term is the start of being a 'good school mummy' - getting him there on time and with all the things he needs for that particular day. For making sure the cupboards are stocked with plenty of healthy packed lunch items. That school trip forms are signed, paid for, returned and written on the calendar. That items for the Christmas Bazaar are collected up for donation as and when something suitable is seen.
It hails the start of a solid routine after the haphazard period of the Summer. And this house does crave a bit of routine. I say 'J1 is such a routine boy.' - I think he would be like that even if he didn't have disabilities, because I so strongly am. I think that is why I struggle with the 'Toddlerhood' part of child-rearing. It's too unpredictable, needing to run according to the mood / sleep had by said Toddler. I think I become a much better mummy when pre-school starts.
Don't get me wrong, I am always pleased when the school holidays arrive because I realise how much I have missed the extra company of J1. It is lovely to not have to get up and have a regimented routine for a little while. A change always does us good. But by the end of them, I think everyone is craving that structure again.
So here is to crisp, fresh mornings. To that cosy jumper and warm coat. To the re-emergence of those faithful old ski socks as the evening turns to night. To shorter play dates at the park, but the prospect of that silky hot chocolate running down your throat and warming your hands when you get in.
So, Welcome Autumn. We didn't know if you would come.
