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So, I guess this is it.

Well… for this year, anyway.

This post is a simple one. It’s a thank you—from me to you.

When I started writing this blog for Catholic School Parents South Australia, it felt strange putting my thoughts out there about this school life and parent gig. I thought, this is just me—no one will really get it.

But then you did. You read it, and you got it.

When I wrote about creating a village with the school mums, you reached out and told me you found your own.

When I shared that I once wrote a letter to my future self, you joined the website and wrote one the very next day.

When I explained how hard it was to hold onto my faith after losing both my parents, you told me how good it was that I hung on—that holding on would make that faith even stronger.

I wrote about gratitude, patience, and sheer exhaustion, wondering if I was alone in it all. But then your emails came. You told me you felt it too.

You told me your mum also made ham steaks—usually with pineapple.

You shared how hard it is to see your child unwell, to wait in hospital rooms, and to endure sleepless, helpless nights when there’s no end in sight.

And then there were my thoughts on “The Lasts”—finishing primary school and savouring the best friends you find along the way. One of you called me, in tears, saying you understood every word. I knew you got it too.

So here I am, signing off for the year.

Thank you for coming on this parenting journey with me—through tears and hospital stays, footy analogies, parking lot battles, friendships, and the wild rollercoaster that is this life.

When I reflect on this year, there’s something constant in each blog I wrote. 

When you stop and take a moment, you realise this—right here—is living.

There’s no after-party, no waiting for something “better.” This is it. Each moment, each hurdle, the good, the bad, the everything. And I’ll take it all, happily.

Each hurdle, each achievement, each round of laughter, each set of tears - they are not your whole story. They are just one chapter.

This summer is just one step away from your next chapter.

So, slow down. Take it in. Don’t let it fly by.

2024— it's been a ride.

Trish