I like this cleaner look.
Less clutter on the blog=less clutter in life?
Here's hoping!
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 18, 2013
Summer Ends...it always does
I'm never ready for the end of summer.
I love Autumn. I love boots and sweaters. I love cool air and Thanksgiving. I love so much about Autumn.
I'm going to take a moment to tell you what I love about Summer, before it's gone again.
Summer means the moment of "school's out". The moment that the kids jump in the car and we have no place to be at 8:00 a.m. for almost three months.
It is very agreeable to me as a Mom, but it is really the memory of the summers of my youth that make it special. My best memories are sensory. I love the smells and tastes of summer. I love the feeling of heat on my skin, sunshine, sticky sweat, all of it.
I loved the trips to visit family in Ohio where we'd all sleep in a little tiny cottage style house, cousins that I longed for all year. Burning the trash in a barrel in the back yard and that particular smell. It is still fresh in my mind. Tornado Warnings spent under the breakfast bar, much to the amusement of my Didty.
I loved the visits to New Jersey as I became a pre-teen. Summer at the home of more family where I was introduced to Asbury Park, and the magical smells of the boardwalk and the ocean. Watching my great aunts stroll the boardwalk arm in arm while my cousin and I walked behind looking out at the vastness of the ocean and longing for a glimpse inside one of the bars where the band was playing.
Playing Ski Ball with the quarters that were the result of Aunt Vi's generosity and winning tickets for treasures. Being regaled with stories of my grandparents in their youth and knowing that I was adored by a woman that I admired and loved so much.
When I'm hot and sticky, I remember the ball field, and the shorts and baseball jersey with the number of the pitcher on my back, and the days spent watching, cheering, waiting for all the gang to arrive and then the evenings at the pool and the "party" that inevitably ensued. Summer was some special freedom. It was the moment that I decided to love with my whole heart and threw myself into all that true, young love is, was, and will always be.
As I got older...all of 16 & 17, summer was the great adventure. Waiting for the nights to come so we could wildly abandon the light of day in our Station Wagons and Dodge Darts. The group that was inseparable and devoted would create our own fun. The kind of friendship that books are written about, yet don't adequately describe them. The kind of loves that still break your heart at the mention of their names. The summer memories that don't fade, are the ones that I can conjure by a melody, a scent, a certain way the light hits the morning grass, or the evening sky...that's summer.
It is the hope that just once, it won't feel like it's flying by.
It is the moment that our family crosses the bridge to the Isle of Palms and we roll down the windows, smell the sea air, and take a moment to remember all the summers that have come before.
From the moment the kids jump in the car on that last day of school I am a "summer mom" and not a "school mom".
A summer mom who tries to be a little lighter in my heart and observant of the signs that the world is as good for these people I have been gifted with as it was for the crew I ran with all those years ago, the cousins, the friends, the love, the ones that made summer so hard to let go...every damned time.
I love Autumn. I love boots and sweaters. I love cool air and Thanksgiving. I love so much about Autumn.
I'm going to take a moment to tell you what I love about Summer, before it's gone again.
Summer means the moment of "school's out". The moment that the kids jump in the car and we have no place to be at 8:00 a.m. for almost three months.
It is very agreeable to me as a Mom, but it is really the memory of the summers of my youth that make it special. My best memories are sensory. I love the smells and tastes of summer. I love the feeling of heat on my skin, sunshine, sticky sweat, all of it.
I loved the trips to visit family in Ohio where we'd all sleep in a little tiny cottage style house, cousins that I longed for all year. Burning the trash in a barrel in the back yard and that particular smell. It is still fresh in my mind. Tornado Warnings spent under the breakfast bar, much to the amusement of my Didty.
I loved the visits to New Jersey as I became a pre-teen. Summer at the home of more family where I was introduced to Asbury Park, and the magical smells of the boardwalk and the ocean. Watching my great aunts stroll the boardwalk arm in arm while my cousin and I walked behind looking out at the vastness of the ocean and longing for a glimpse inside one of the bars where the band was playing.
Playing Ski Ball with the quarters that were the result of Aunt Vi's generosity and winning tickets for treasures. Being regaled with stories of my grandparents in their youth and knowing that I was adored by a woman that I admired and loved so much.
When I'm hot and sticky, I remember the ball field, and the shorts and baseball jersey with the number of the pitcher on my back, and the days spent watching, cheering, waiting for all the gang to arrive and then the evenings at the pool and the "party" that inevitably ensued. Summer was some special freedom. It was the moment that I decided to love with my whole heart and threw myself into all that true, young love is, was, and will always be.
As I got older...all of 16 & 17, summer was the great adventure. Waiting for the nights to come so we could wildly abandon the light of day in our Station Wagons and Dodge Darts. The group that was inseparable and devoted would create our own fun. The kind of friendship that books are written about, yet don't adequately describe them. The kind of loves that still break your heart at the mention of their names. The summer memories that don't fade, are the ones that I can conjure by a melody, a scent, a certain way the light hits the morning grass, or the evening sky...that's summer.
It is the hope that just once, it won't feel like it's flying by.
It is the moment that our family crosses the bridge to the Isle of Palms and we roll down the windows, smell the sea air, and take a moment to remember all the summers that have come before.
From the moment the kids jump in the car on that last day of school I am a "summer mom" and not a "school mom".
A summer mom who tries to be a little lighter in my heart and observant of the signs that the world is as good for these people I have been gifted with as it was for the crew I ran with all those years ago, the cousins, the friends, the love, the ones that made summer so hard to let go...every damned time.
Aug 9, 2013
Intention
Intention.
I had every intention of ... blogging, reading a book, exercising, slowing down, learning to meditate, choosing my battles, letting go, art journaling, becoming famous, writing a book, taking a class, changing, growing, nagging less, understanding more, listening to more music, traveling, eating healthier, drinking more water, saving money, judging less, loving more...Intention.
Some things are easier imagined than done.
Late at night, when the noise in my brain is finally quieting down, my body relaxes and I think "Tomorrow I'll ..." (pick one of the above)
Maybe "tomorrow" is the problem. There really is only "today".
I had every intention of ... blogging, reading a book, exercising, slowing down, learning to meditate, choosing my battles, letting go, art journaling, becoming famous, writing a book, taking a class, changing, growing, nagging less, understanding more, listening to more music, traveling, eating healthier, drinking more water, saving money, judging less, loving more...Intention.
Some things are easier imagined than done.
Late at night, when the noise in my brain is finally quieting down, my body relaxes and I think "Tomorrow I'll ..." (pick one of the above)
Maybe "tomorrow" is the problem. There really is only "today".
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