Every year it arrives like a national holiday but still catches me by surprise: in the middle of a summer day, I discover the first Back to School catalog in my mailbox. For a split second, I am back to being an 11-year-old, sensing the impending loss of freedom, the nervousness of the unknown and the excitement of getting a new pencil case.
It seems that no matter how much time has passed since my school days, the feelings elicited by this seemingly innocent catalog always catch up with me. The approaching fall carries a reminder that a new year is beginning, even more so than on New Year's Eve.
Even though my daughter is not in school yet, I've started to think of fall as a time to create new routines. At this moment of our lives, that means attending library story time on Mondays, wandering in the woods on Wednesdays and learning a new yoga pose on Fridays.