There is a lot going on in the summer when you have school age kids. Sure, I’m lucky to live exactly eight minutes from the beach. Our kids get to do surf camp and lifeguard trainings. Sure, we have boardwalks and mini golf and so many other things to choose from. I just miss the lazy days of summer.
I miss the slow days. The days when they were small and I needed to make sure they got their (and my) naps in. I miss strapping them into a high chair or plopping them into a pack-n-play and actually getting stuff done. Now, it’s as if their growing schedules run the show. Who has to get to a friend’s house, summer camps, pick up a book at the library – the story of our lives is now directed by a 9 and 10 year old. August just began and we are already starting back-to-school shopping. It goes too fast. All that stuff that fills in the specks of time in between the going to and from. The meat of it all– the fullness of moments that make you feel alive and not just going through the motions. It all gets lost in between the cracks.
I watch my son grow and play lacrosse. He has found his playing field to grow into a young man. He might not be the star player, but seeing the excitement and passion in his little blue eyes when he laces up his shoes to play is all I need to see that he has found his place. I see my daughter surf, and pretty much confirmed that she is part mermaid. The ocean, which scares me with its vastness and seemingly never-ending horizon, is her home. She finds peace there. Where did they come from, these two young souls that picked us as their parents?
Summer is breezing by too fast. There’s no time for laziness I suppose. But after sports, and beach days, and barbeques, we always take time to wind down and snuggle on the couch, finding those moments that fill in the cracks and make life beautiful.