Summer Magic *guest post*
This is a guest post from my friend Tanya - mom of two little ones. She is fabulous and I am so happy she agreed to guest post here today! Welcome Tanya!
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
-- Rupert Brooke
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.
Isn't summer magical?
It's the season that most of us look to with hope and longing during those long winter months when the sunlight hours are few and the temps dip frigidly low...brrr!
Summer is different as a mom. It's special and there are lots of memories being made...and it's really cool and fun to watch summer~time discoveries through the eyes of two toddlers. The summer thunder storms, the sand box, the sprinkler and...the ice cream :)
BUT...remember summer when YOU were a kid?
Remember...how LONG it seemed?
As with all memories, I think...as time moves on...the less desireable and not-so-nice things seem to lose their sharp edges and fade to the background. And as they become foggy...the good things seem to be brighter, shinier and more vivid...which isn't all bad!
Here's what I remember...
I remember feeling like the last day of school was in the middle of summer...I remember thinking that the principal must plan the last day of school really late in the summer just to dupe us out of some of the best weather. I remember the smell of new sandals! I remember living in a newly built subdivision and the canteen truck would come around everyday for the construction workers and my mom would leave us money so we could buy a chocolate bar. I remember riding bikes for hours with my friends...roaming the streets of the neighbourhood...only stopping for a popsicle or a the dickey-dee cart :) I remember family road trips where I would DEVOUR novel after novel as my parents continously shook their heads and sighed that I was missing all of the "scenery". I remember picking my grandmas raspberries and the hot soil burning my bare feet...
When I became a teenager...summer always represented staying up crazy late....wandering our neighbourhood, in our barefeet, until the wee hours of the morning...and then crashing until about 11 the next morning. I was never one for suntanning or baking in the sun...my sisters and I were much more "mall and A/C girls" than sun worshippers! We rented a cottage at the same campground for MANY summers and we always knew when summer came we would see the friends we only ever saw in the summer and we always secretly hoped there would be some new guys kickin' around...lol! We had our mile~high bangs super hairsprayed just to make sure we looked our best...no matter how humid it got!
When I got my licence we would pile in my mom's Subaru station wagon and drive the main drag of our city...which was pretty lame! I don't know what we thought we'd find or who we thought we'd meet doing this..but the hot summer nights and the unending freedom of those 'school-free' months made us want to stretch every day out as LONG as we possibly could. Sometimes we would park in a field on the outskirts of town and stare at the night sky and try to see falling stars and the big dipper...talking about how no one understood us and how the next school year was going to be so much better because....
Sigh...if I close my eyes it's like I'm there...at all these different stages...smelling the summer air, drinking a Slush Puppie, and planning a sleep over. It seems like a million years ago and just yesterday all at the same time :)
I'm glad I have these memories and pictures in my mind that no amount of time can change...and I am happy to watch... now as my kids grow... and build their own memories and pictures...and I get to continue building mine right along with them :)
-- Rupert Brooke