Another Chapter Ends
This was officially, my last weekend of summer. Forever!
Not summer like the four seasons… what I mean is, my last summer vacation from school with my kids.
For the last 16 years of my life, summer mornings meant the girls finding their way out of bed at whatever hour their bodies told them to. It meant getting our chores done early, whipping up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grabbing our pails and shovels (and bread for the fishes) and heading to the lake. It meant sitting outside of Carvel on the curb licking ice cream cones while they dripped down the girl’s arms. It meant getting home and bathed and dinner ready and playing with daddy. It meant falling asleep on the couch and being carried into bed.
Summer meant sleepovers with pancakes in the morning, it meant outdoor arts and crafts and it meant smores over the fire at night.
Summer also told us to take a break, slow down, enjoy each other and our lives!
The final weeks of summer saw us getting ready for a fresh start. They included shopping for new school clothes, the hippest backpacks and the coolest two pocket folders we could find.
What has always been the most appealing part of summer, for me, was that it meant THEY WERE MINE, ALL MINE! I didn’t have to share them with anyone else. Not their teachers, not their coaches, not that big yellow school bus that took them away each day.
Yesterday, I went to the grocery store and while I was standing at the counter ordering turkey and cheese to make my last baby’s sandwich this morning, I ran into another mom that I knew. (This happens every single year and the same conversation ensues!) She looked at me with a huge smile on her face and with tremendous excitement in her voice, she said, “Thank G-d they go back to school tomorrow.” And my sadness grew. I am not a fan of wishing my kids away….
From this day forward, summer will mean the same thing the other 3 seasons mean. Work, weekly family dinners and plenty of time for self.
Yearly family vacations are the new highlight of my life. For one week a year, 7 fun filled days, their coaches, teachers and bosses have no choice. Those days belong to me and for 1 week every 52, they will once again… BE MINE! ALL MINE!
Authored by: The Rock n’ Roll Doula