For all my life, the end of the school year meant a celebration of freedom. Summer! Cook outs! Baseball and hot dogs and fireflies and s’mores. Camping and swimming and beautifully scary thunder storms.
As a young working mom, my work schedule tied to the academic year, summer meant time to reconnect with the people I loved most in all the world. It meant sleeping later, making piles of pancakes, watching cartoons together in the morning. Summer meant days at the lake, days at the ocean, days of running the hose into the sandy part of our back yard. It was all about growing tomatoes and eating them as they ripened. Snakes and bees and butterflies.
Summer, back then, meant time to hold children close and pretend that they would never, ever, grow up and away.
But now I am in my Nonni years. My world has turned upside down. Now the days of snuggling over breakfast and walking in the woods are the days of fall and spring. Now it’s the cold, wet days of winter that mean time to cuddle and read and bake cupcakes together.
Now everything is reversed.
When summer comes, in the world of this Nonni, my role as beloved and needed comes to a sudden crashing end.
Suddenly, Mommy is home. Mommy, the teacher, the woman who looks at summer with the same grateful eyes that I once had. Mommy knows that summer means a celebration of freedom. It means cookouts, baseball, fireflies and s’mores. For Mommy, summer means a time of reconnection, a time to reassure her babies and herself that she is the one who bring safety and security and love to a world that is filled with beautiful and scary thunderstorms.
Now Nonni steps back, catches her breath, and tells herself that all is just as it should be. Now is my time to rest, to reconnect with my own true self. To write and read and divide the perennials.
Now is the time for Nonni to look forward, for the first time in her increasingly long life, to the crisp days of fall. The days of cool sun, pumpkins, fresh apples. The days when Mommy will go back to work. And Nonni will once again take her place in the kitchen, teaching the little ones to bake an apple pie.
6 thoughts on “Summertime, and everything is different.”
Enjoy each moment doing what you love. 🙂 Recharge.
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Good stuff to enjoy in all seasons! You really do have the perfect life.
I know. Should I feel guilty? Or just assume I was a very good soul in a previous life?
You were obviously a saint! Enjoy it, who knows what the next life will bring?!
I shudder to think!
I agree with you. I love this season of my life. I just want my health to stay strong. Looking around at my peers and all sorts of physical problems are happening to them which scares me to death. It keeps me from living in the moment if I am not careful.
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