This translation has been automatically generated and has not been verified for accuracy.This is the weekly Amplify newsletter. If you’re reading this on the web or someone forwarded this e-mail newsletter to you, you can sign up for Amplify and all Globe newslettersMajor life changes always seem to announce themselves in my household with piles and piles of laundry.
I’m Lori Fazari, and I help program and promote The Globe and Mail’s Life and Arts content. The rational side of me has known for a long time that our baby-rearing days are done. But it hasn’t felt real until now, a few days away from walking her down the street for her first school drop-off. In many ways, this new phase my family is entering will simplify our lives. With one child in daycare and the other in school, many days felt like a long haul. On Sundays, my husband and I would pull out our calendars to figure out who would handle each drop-off and pickup. It’ll be a dream walking both kids to the same place and not worrying about a rush-hour drive home.
At breakfast the other morning, I asked her if she was looking forward to starting school. “No,” she replied.It shatters my heart to hear that she’s worried too, but we’ve walked this path once before with a boy who’s always been more shy and reserved than his bubbly sister.