Thursday, June 14, 2012


I don't know what it is about summer - it always makes me lose track of my age.  I reflect back to childhood days spent roaming the fields and trolling the creek for frogs.  I think about riding my bike along the narrow road to the swimming pool/mini-golf course; quarters in my pocket and my towel draped around my neck.

When I see the teens out driving around with I think of dangling our arms out the windows into the warm air, the radio playing, trying to decide where to go and what to do.  Feeling restless, wanting a romance.

My mind goes to being a mom - somehow all the years in between when work and getting adult life started don't being summer memories... Days at the swim club with toddlers jumping to me in the shallow end.  Over and over.  Look at me mom!  Packing up so much gear for so many outings.  The beach, the park, the pool. 

Naked kids running through the sprinkler turn into brown bodied kids coming home from camp filthy and spilling over with stories and songs turn into giggly tweens who don't want to be seen with me to teens off to summer jobs and staying out late in the soft summer night.

Tonight the jasmine is filling the house with scent and my thoughts are time traveling.


Nan said...

Ever read "Going Barefoot" by Aileen Fisher? It's the ultimate kids' summer book. I think of it whenever it gets to be June, the grass is green, and I really want to take off my shoes.

shrink on the couch said...

Such a heartwarming post. Truly. Thanks for bringing back so many summer memories. And yes, I'm at the stage now with teens who don't want to be seen with me. There goes my excuse to hang out at Barton Springs.

Jan@WritingToWellness said...

Love, love this post. Your words took me somewhere, and I was lost for a while in my own reverie