It was just a few shorts weeks ago, I shared this post, burgeoning with anticipation on the warmth of summer’s back, all that it was going to bring me. Now here we are, just a week before school starts and I’m finally able to put into words what this summer has meant to me.
The highlights include: a family beach trip, both big girls learning how to swim, a milestone first lost tooth, trips to the “toy store” to spend saved up money, new haircuts for the girls, three trips to Indiana to visit friends and family, a celebratory date for 11 years of marriage, and squeezing all the memory making into the everyday as possible. Summer is my favorite.
As I am on the cusp of exiting it, I have to say, I feel satisfied with the length. I feel as though we packed as much in as we could, and though all good things must come to an end, I feel refreshed and ready to hit the school year head on. The girls are jointly excited for their respective schools to start (MG because she is dying to see her friends and Bea because she gets to “go to school” this year (just pre-school, but still exciting!). I have been slack on buying school supplies this year but I have a special date planned this weekend to check the final things off our list.
While the girls have been doing all this growing up, Sib is doing her best to catch up. While still not walking, she is getting closer each day. She is practicing by standing, often, and quite proud of herself when she does. She finally has enough hair, that is as white and silken as corn tassels, to gather in to a little ponytail atop her head, which makes her look a few inches taller and a little less masculine to strangers :).
She is also talking quite a bit to us, though we act like we understand what she’s saying, it is all nonsense. Being the baby, she feels she is privileged to anything we possess. My phone is both mine and hers. If I am sitting on the couch, she must be with me. A snack or a drink from the fridge must be either hidden from her sight or openly shared. There are no two ways about it.
As I said in my last post, I have greatly decreased my sewing output this summer and have taken up scrapbooking until I get caught up. I don’t like switching back and forth between hobbies, so once I got back on the scrapbooking roll, I have been enjoying it. I am currently working on our 2016 scrapbook, which is about a year behind where I normally like to be on them, but I forgave myself for that a long time ago.
I also mentioned in my last post that writing is therapeutic for me and have found it to be very insightful to write now about the craziness of last summer, a year later when the dust has all settled and everything is as it should be.
Along those lines, I was introduced to the Enneagram of Personality, which I thought would be another personality quiz, of which it seems, I have taken a million in my lifetime. But I took the quiz and got a 4 and then became turned onto The Road Back to You podcast and now have been obsessing over it. It’s been helpful because N took the quiz too and it has been fueling a lot of our conversations lately. The podcast has been my background noise while I work on the scrapbook, so I listen and little, and type a little, and contemplate my past and my future in one setting.
I feel ready to transition back into the routine of school, but I do very much dread August. With our educational backgrounds, it has always been a bit of a grind with late nights and early mornings, and extra stress from new routines and changes. Sometimes I find myself thinking of the fable of the boy with the golden yarn. He was given a ball of yarn and instructed that he could pull the string to make time pass more quickly. A small tug would pass a small amount of time and a large tug, a greater amount of time. Every August, I almost wish I could pull that string and wind up at the end of the month, after the transition has been successfully made and the kinks worked out of the system.
But we all know how that story ends. The little boy gets to the end of his life and realizes that he let all of the good, real moments slip away in anticipation of getting to the next thing more easily.
So that’s where I find myself today. My present state. And coupled up with my past, the good memories and the redeemed ones, and the notions of my future, I want to enjoy every second of it.