A lot of time has slipped away here, without personal words, and for good reason I suppose. As I turned the calendar to welcome a new month, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad about the rapid pace at which this summer seems to be moving. I’m committed to having plenty of unscheduled days for Lucia and Adrian to be together during the summer months. It’s not the norm around here, but I’m certain that it is what is right for my little family. Lucia has a few full days of camp each week, and Adrian has a few hours of drop-off classes. And although ages 3 and 5 smooched together are certainly wild and chaotic, (and I sometimes wish for more time to breathe), I’m thankful that the majority of our summer days each week are spent together. I want the children to learn and explore beside each other before the schedules that come along with the school-year come back into play. I want them to experience summer together.
I’ve been watching this mighty bond so closely, and it is growing deeper and richer than I ever imaged.
It makes me inexplicably happy.
Despite its challenges, motherhood has definitely helped me tap into my own sense of gratitude. My kids, like most, are inherently joy-filled, exuberant little people – always eager and open to new adventures. So many things, albeit small, are new and exciting and viewed as gifts.
When the summer began, I made a promise to myself to say “yes” more often. It’s not that I wasn’t saying it before, I just wanted to be more intentional with my “no’s”. I’m not talking about overindulgence in treats or gifts, I simply made an effort to examine my internal response before even responding to my children. A small chunk of time at the playground after camp or a trip to the beach despite the rain helps to shape our days and collective outlook in really positive ways.
Sometimes I can’t believe, that with the turn of the next calendar page, I’ll have a first grader and a little boy entering nursery for the first time. I’m glad that we still have a solid chuck of summer days left, and grand imaginations to stretch as far as little feet can carry them.
Special thank you to my friend Leslie at Gwen Moss Blog, for reminding me of the importance of continuing to record the personal, in this space or elsewhere.