My father always told me that time passes quickly as you get older. But mid-August. Really? The last two months have been a blur of washing chlorine-soaked wet towels and sweeping up gritty sand trekked in from park and beach outings. But I am not complaining. There was a period this season when time could not move fast enough.
It started out with what seemed like a great idea: sending our kids to the East Coast to spend a few weeks with the grandparents. I envisioned hubby and I eating out in restaurants that don’t have booth seating or pictures of food on the menus; watching movies with lots of curse words, violence, and nudity; having late-night drinks at some chic L.A. bar; and in between all of that reading a few books and sleeping in. But in reality, while I attempted to live out that fantasy, my chest felt hollow. I could hardly concentrate on work, and I kept finding myself in my kids’ room touching their things. I really was PATHETIC!
Before I dropped off my girls and hopped back on a plane to Cali, I got to watch both of them create some summer memories very close to my own. At night, they filled up jars with lightning bugs and roasted marshmallows with their cousins. Their sweet, juicy skin swelled from the bites of mosquitoes. And at midday, they giggled as they ran under a hose or through the Slip ‘N Slide to cool down from the summer heat.
The funny part was witnessing the 2012 spin to it all. My girls had bikes to ride, just like I did, but instead of riding all over the neighborhood, they were only allowed to go up and down the length of the driveway. And instead of running between the garages and through the neighbors’ backyards, they ran in circles on patches of grass under a watchful eye.
Though times have changed, the joy of seeing my kids bond with their cousins, grandparents, and great-grandparents is timeless. So I am up for the separation anxiety (on my part) next summer. I’ll endure the days of wondering what my children are doing or the fear of something happening to them. I will try to remember that I have left them in safe hands (my parents). I know time flies, and I want my daughters to enjoy every minute of it.
I hope you and your children are having a wonderful summer, too.
Love the memories… Oh how I remember the days…..
Woman, we still have a get together waitin for us! Your babies are so precious!
Beautiful, yes I love the summertime with a “2012 twist to it”! So true….We’re already back to school, but I see you are truly enjoying summer anyways.
I share in your pain as our kiddos spent a month with the Grandparents in Texas this summer. We must get together next summer…a double date would have been great…and the perfect thing to get our minds off the kids…at least for a couple of hours. LOL!!
at first i thought i was looking at joe garcia, lol!
Wow! Thanks for sharing! Brings back a lot of memories. My daughter is 26 and I’m still having Empty Nest Syndrome. It never ends I don’t think, but the memories keeps a smile on my face. Definitely sharing your story! Thanks again!
That was really touching. For me, it was a dream come true. I had all my girls and I enjoyed every minute. Looking forward to next year.
Trust me, separation anxiety will fade and you will look forward to having some “me time”.
Hi Calida- – This is Aunt Diane N.J. I really enjoyed all of the short stories they are very good, full of wisdom that displays truth that hits of all especially mothers. You are so gifted, and my prayers are that your discovery on a larger scale will be recognized, because you deserve it.
Continue your writing crazymom you are so good. I speak nothing but discovery ….for you. Kiss my great great nieces for me and you can kiss that sweet nephew of mine..luv ya much.
Thanks Aunt Diane. I really appreciate your loving words and will pass it on!
…….oops mistake in my message I guess I am not a writer (smile) it should have read “They are very good, full of wisdom that display truth that touch us all, especially mothers.” sorry don’t want to represent N.J. badly…….