School started this Wednesday for my children as well. I can finally shed the mother-guilt I feel every summer when I'm working and my kids fend for themselves. I HATE working during the summer when I could be home with my kids. Or painting. Or both.
My son decided to try football for the first time this year. I pick him up each day after work at 5:30. Today I arrived early and parked my car to watch the rest of practice. There were about 50 boys, all in dark jerseys and white helmets. I was amazed when I discovered I had picked out my son out among all those boys as they ran some sort of drill. I didn't know his number, or which shorts he'd taken to wear, yet I could tell that was my son. I felt like a mother sheep who can find her lamb in a crowd of lambs with no problem.
I was so proud of him, like you feel when you watch your kids when they are little trying to hit the ball on the tee, or when you watch them learning to walk...the happiness you feel when they feel proud of themselves for doing it right. I don't explain myself well, but my pride in my kids is so strong sometimes. My kids are amazing to me. Sometimes I don't feel like I'm worthy to be their mother. Regardless of this, I feel so blessed and lucky to have them in my life.