It’s the last day of school! I want y’all to know that I signed the kids’ folders like a good girl all the way up to the bitter end. Somehow I now have a fifth and a second grader on my hands. And, I keep counting and recounting the summers I have left before Emerald goes away and leaves me for kindergarten.
I only have eight summers left with three in my nest, you know. Eight summers and then Adelade will be off to college. Am I the only mother who thinks of things in those terms? I’m surprised I’m not still giving Emerald’s age in months instead of years.
It’s true, what every grandmother in WalMart tells me: time just goes by too fast. But, here we are, with time on our hands for the next few months, and I hope we can make it last as long as possible.
When I was a kid, summer seemed to stretch on forever. My mother used to wash my hair in the afternoon, and I would sit on the porch swing and read for what felt like hours, completely lost in another world. My brother and I made up every possible game known to man. We danced in the rain and we splashed in the mud. We swam and rode bikes and ate popsicles. I only hope that my kids have such wonderful summertime memories. I’m ready to get started!
What are some of your favorite summertime memories? And am I the only one who is always so aware of how quickly life passes us by?