Summer in Instagram.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Summer is totally out.
Fall is in.
I'm depressed about that.  I LOVE summer.  
It's when I come alive (or slow down, depending on the heat of the day.) 
But shuffling in the heat and humidity, the sun and thickness in the air, is where I settle.  Where my mind and body are comfortable.
Oh, I slough through the blanketed air like everyone else,
spend the winters like a walking popsicle, 
but Fall.  NOW'S the time that's perfection in MN.
Regardless, when September rolls around, despite the usually amazing weather,
I find myself clutching the summer days passed, tightly to my chest.
Months of blessed summer days with my babes, weeks of spontaneity, adventure, exploration, sprinkled with laziness and lounging. Despite the heat, humidity, 
stress of having kids at home and at my hip and in my ear every second,
I love it.
We spent these last few days of summer,
cramming as much in as we could.
The Fair.
OUR Minnesota State Fair, where we braved the rain, 
trampling through puddles to pickles on a stick and buckets of Sweet Martha Cookies.
Minnesota summer's, despite the damp air, bug bites, muggy evenings, are SO hard to say good bye to.
Bittersweet.  
I'll say that every year as long as I'm a mother.
Not just the warm air, sunshine and trips to the lake,
but the myriad of "firsts" that happen in the summer when raising young babes.
Losing first teeth.
 First time biking around the block. . .WITHOUT me.
First jumps off the diving board, WITHOUT a life jacket.


(I mean, seriously, Instagram?!  Could you BE any more amazing?)
Our first time cross-dressing.
First time getting a caricature of my butt done, thanks to Grace.
(CLEARLY I need a new routine, now that the kids are back in school.  Butt's lookin' a little. . .plump.) 
First time receiving "love" notes from my daughter. 
Noted, Gracie.
First time ironing.
(Hey.  I make my kids EARN that T.V. time.)
The lazy days of summer, that will carry us through the bone-chilling Minnesota winter,
with sweet memories of long days, lounging in the neighbors' pool.
 Even our first time mixing Dr. Pepper, Sprite and Coke.
First (and last,) 8th birthday.
Ah, sweet summer.  You will be missed.
Traveling, lounging, adventur-ing,
But all good things must come to an end.
Even summer.
When I pull up to school the first day back,
I always find myself wedged (with my new big butt, and all,) between shoving the kids out, pushing against their new backpacks and shiny new shoes, 
done with all the, "GO PLAY!  STOP HITTING YOUR SISTER!  SIT DOWN!  GET OUT OF THE PANTRY!  TURN OFF THE T.V.!"
To wanting to hold them back, rethink the idea of home-schooling,
now fully aware of the swiftness of time, the shortness of these days-at-home-with-kids.
And I want to say, "WAIT!  COME BACK!  ONE MORE WEEK!  ONE MORE ADVENTURE!  ONE MORE TIME!" 
But as we're reminded daily,
the world won't stop for you.
And THEY won't stop growing.  And can't learn it all from you.
So, off they go.
Out of our days and out of our reach.
Learning to welcome this change will carry you gracefully through transitions that are inevitable with children.
And give you much appreciation and gratitude for the memories,
and another happy, healthy summer.
 


 

1 comments:

Alexis Bruce said...

Beautiful as always, Liz. Your kids are so blessed to have you as their crazy mother. :) Our children may grow but the memories will stay the same forever. XOXO

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