Holding Onto Summer.
I’m in denial that summer is coming to a close, and I’m most certainly in denial that the school year is starting and I’ll officially have a kindergartner and a second grader. Lately, I can’t help but question how that is possible. I can’t help but question where did time go.
The other night, while the kids were safely tucked in their beds and Jon at work, I sat on the back patio listening to music and turning through the pages of old albums. I was quickly transported back to the early days of motherhood, to the first baths that I gave Jonas in our kitchen sink, to the moments I held him in our bed and my mom snuck in to snap a photo and to the moments I would slowly rock him back and forth in the middle of those summery nights.
And I can’t help but question, where did time go.
School starts in twelve days and I am determined to make these days count. I am determined to create memories so my children will look back and say, "hey, remember that summer when we went to Friday Harbor, or that summer we had a picnic in the park, or that time we ran with the horses, or when we stayed up till midnight and tossed glow sticks in the pool."
I am determined.
Last night we successfully crossed off amusement park and evening picnic. I packed the kids up, loaded the car and headed south to Tuscora Park, a quaint little park filled with rides just for the little ones. Since the venue was small the "older" kids were able to have some freedom, which brought the biggest smiles to their faces. Seeing Jonas and Josh run around with friends, seeing the happiness in their eyes, makes my heart so full. Seeing their happiness reassures me that I am doing something right as a parent.
We have several more fun activities lined up for these next twelve days and I can't wait to share them. How do you embrace the end of summer? How do you handle the transition from freedom back into the routine and school days and schedules?