The Summer is Slooowly Closing in on us-Savor these Fleeting August Weekends

I cannot believe the summer is half way  done…I hate this time of year, all the anticipation about vacation is gone and now it’s back to the ole’ grind. And this year my son is going to be a fifth grader and my daughter a 9th grader. The two of them have grown up faster than I care to admit.. When I look at my 14 year -old when she stands with her hands on her hips, or combing her own hair now, saying, “Mommy I’m old enough to brush my own hair-I don’t like the way you brush it- I can put my own ponytail holder in myself- I don’t need you to help me” this weird feeling washes over me. Yet I am so proud of her fiercely independent nature.
The Summer is Slooowly Closing in on us-Savor these Fleeting August Weekends
And then there is my 10-year old-who even though he still will fall asleep in my bed each night and need to be carried back to his own – the last remnant of his younger self he’s unwilling to part with- I am also sad that ten years have gone by. And this little blonde-haired boy who I once cradled, swaddled in blankets and would never let me put him down has just informed me that I only get to hug him for a few more years in public. That statement is in a very real sense his flexing his independence and while  I know he’s not going to study abroad in China- I do know that his words mark the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.

Do I wish I could go back and do it all over again- probably not! Although I’m sure these next few years – with all the social drama of high school, and homework might cause me to change my mind! But for now I will savor the lazy days of August , enjoy the breezy summer winds and these sentimental words from the great Erma Bombeck:


Savor these Fleeting August Weekends


I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn With my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist Gd in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.” There would have been more “I love you’s”; more “I’m sorry’s.”

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute…look at it and really see it.. live it and never give it back.


Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what
Instead; let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Let’s think about what we are blessed us with, and what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, and emotionally.

I hope you have a blessed day :)

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