In one way, this summer is flying by. In others, it’s dragging on. There’ve been a lot of ups and downs this summer as well. My Grandmother is moving to Alabama this week and the selfish kid whose had her in her life for forty-one years is a little distraught, but the adult in me knows that if I had the choice between a nursing home or a home, I’d take the home. It’s also been almost a year without my oldest son being here every day. It’s getting a little easier, but as I read his facebook statuses, the mom in me wants to mommy him still. He’ll always be my baby boy, but I’m choosing my battles and backing off. After all, I don’t want to be one of those mothers.
My daughter will be a junior in highschool this year which means we have two more years with her and then she’ll be off to college and she decided she wanted to be a cheerleader this year. My baby is going into 7th grade and will be playing football for the school this year. He’s very excited and I am too, but in the back of my head I have thoughts of hard-hits, possible concussions, lots of cuts and bruises….Oh and lots of cold days of my rump sitting on metal bleachers cheering him on.
We took our very first family vacation to Ocean City, Maryland last week. It was absolutely blissful, but way too short. Highlights? Watching the sunrise, spotting dolphins from the balcony of the condo we rented and parasailing. We’ve been away from the beach for far too long and plan to go back next year, only to a different beach. I’m already counting the days.
