August Is The Sunday Of Summer

Summer-Sunday-e1407858845935The end of summer elicits two very different responses from mommas. In one camp there is the  group that thinks, “Thank goodness.  I cannot wait for school to start.” The second group is more of the clinging by the your fingertips to the last moments as they are dragged out from under you.

I have always belonged to the latter group. If you have read any of my previous posts you will know that milestones are not my favorite part of parenting. I may rejoice and beam with pride as each cherub reaches a milestone but I silently grieve as they pass them. (Ok, not all that silently.)

Each year the end of summer is just a slap upside the head to me. We have spent summer in a blissful, relatively nag free state.  My big rule over summer is that everyone must brush their teeth twice a day. Otherwise it is pretty much Lord of the Flies over here.

I know there are tons of families who thrive on the routine of school. To me, summer is sooooooo much better than the day to day of school life. Let’s face it school sets us up for failure. How can a day start out peaceful when everyone is waking up while it is still dark outside? No one in our family is really a morning person. Most of the time 3 of the 4 are crabby. It rotates which of the 3, but it is usually at least three. Then there is the homework grind, the after school stuff, nagging everyone to get to bed on time. It is this exhausting ritual that last nine months. Plus it is cold and dark out early and I am not at all tan, I mean really come on…..

Summer is a serenade of beautiful long days at the beach or better yet vacation. Bedtime is flexible, showers are flexible, vegetables at every meal are flexible, heck even waking up has some flexibility.The end of summer also means my cherubs are one year older, one grade higher and one step closer to being all grown up.

As the last moments of summer come to a gentle close I will miss a ton of things.

I will miss my almost grown giant children waking up starving at 11 a.m, hair all amuck, still looking like they are just really tall 8 year olds.

I will miss meeting one of my cherubs for lunch during my lunch hour at work.

I will miss the constant barrage of friends that come and go. The week long sleepovers.  I love coming home to eight cherubs sprawled all over the furniture watching a movie.

I won’t will miss following up on homework or running to the craft store to get stuff to do a project. Heck, I have not stepped into a craft store since June.

I will won’t miss feeling like everyone has to be in bed by 10 p.m. or the next day will be a disaster

But the thing I will really miss is that this is my second to last summer with two of my babies. They are seniors this year. It is a big year. They have already taken senior pictures. The first football game of their last year is tomorrow. In fact almost everything is the last of something.

For someone who never wants her babies to fly the coup, and yes, I totally understand how dysfunctional and unhealthy that is. Senior year is just a great big emotional roller coaster. Full of peacock proud moments and teary eyes. Next summer is our last summer together as a whole family before they begin the journey off  whatever path life takes them on.

Sure I know they will come back and visit but that is the key word. It is just a “visit.”  They won’t live here anymore. I totally get that, that is the goal. God only loaned us our cherubs. We are their stewards. Our job is to raise independent, God loving, gospel sharing adults. If we have done that then we have fulfilled our commitment and God’s purpose for letting us have these amazing humans for the past eighteen or so years.

So sayonara summer. Hello fall. Lots of exciting moments to experience this year. Forward progress mommas.

Psalm 127:3-5 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

 

 

 

By Just your average momma

Hi There, My name is Kris. I am a full time working married working momma of 3 Cherubs. They are 18, 16, & 12. My to my dismay I am 48. I am your pretty average mom. I love dark chocolate, I am tired and cranky quite often, I am about 10 lbs too heavy and I am crazy in love with my family. I am not particularly artistic or talented, although I am a pretty good cook. I am an OK wife and momma on my best days. I have strong faith, but falter daily. I am not at all feeling sorry for myself, in fact I like some me quite a bit. I tell you this because I am surrounded by this amazing group of beautiful artistic talented women, who are great mommas and wives, who have beautiful faith and you know what? They think they are just average mommas too. So I am taking my average hands on experience and throwing it out for all you other average mommas.
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  1. jennifer grebing · Reply ¬

    Okay, as I am a friend of yours and in the former category, I have this to say…wah, wah, wah! If you want your children to grow up, then you have to get out of the way! I cannot express the depth of my love for my children, but I can express the depth of my need for them to get their cute little butts back to school. It is how I achieve balance in all of our lives. I diverge in thought from you on this blog. I do love, love, love you blog, but I simply cannot share your sentiments. Summer is simply too long this year! Hugs!

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