Thoughts float in about summer as a dual edged sword of fun activities playing at the beach, looking for frogs, wind in our hair as we skirt across the lake, then of summer as an extendend transition time. Summer, where too much of a good thing, not enough to do, too much togetherness, can bring down the house. I reallize conciously my oldest will go to a summer program in July, first time ever, a mixed emotion rises in me. My mind wanders to my middle child, he'll need lots of social time this year with friends. Then there's the baby, ummm. . .3 and a half year old. She is craving play with kids her age right now. Preschool on the horizon just past the summer morning sunrises over the lake.
I briefly reflect on my need to seize the day, seize this season, this moment. I am a firm believer in "Don't create problems in my mind that don't yet exist in my life." I gently push away the thought, the idea of a summer overcast with change. Instead I enjoy this rainy morning, and waking children on the eve of summer. I listen to the raspberries and laughter as the three land in the biggest bed to become fully wakeful creatures together. I enjoy this fleeting feeling in a snip of time, summer. . family. . .life. . .