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Our Last Summer Saturday

My children, or my beloved cherubs as I call them, start school next week, which makes today our last Saturday of summer vacation.

Upon reading that, did you hear sad trombones playing faintly in the distance or did you hear a marching band start a victory song?

I’m sure I’m going to be fairly un-relatable to some of you, but I am swimming in sorrow over here at the thought of my children going back to school. I know if we were face-to-face right now you would be looking at me as though I just said I don’t watch television (I rarely do by the way!)

Quick, before I lose you entirely, let me say words to bring you back…HUMMUS, HUMMUS, PUMPKIN SPICE, WINE, HUMMUS! Are you with me now? Whew, that was close!

It’s true, I love summer and I don’t want to see it end. I will miss late nights followed by lazy mornings. I will crave our homemade butterscotch pancakes, which will be replaced by frozen waffles eaten just a little too fast.  Conversations of, “What do you want to do today?” “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”, will transform into, “Hurry up! We’re late!” I will yearn for nowhere to be as we zip off in the morning before the sun has risen. I will dream of ice cream mustaches, kids chasing seagulls, road trips, the scent of five sunscreened little bodies, and pajama days. I will miss my five year old crawling into bed with me in the morning as I sip my coffee. I will miss her gross little morning breath escaping from her half brushed teeth. I will miss late night chats with my kids that reveal truths not told until the late hours when the world around them is still.  Spiderman costumes and bikinis will be replaced by polyester uniform skirts, flip flops by laces, pool bags by back packs.

Sigh.

Dear time, please slow down.

I will be the first to admit, I work from home and I only have 50% custody of my children. I have luxuries in my schedule that many of you don’t. I’m sure it plays a factor in my desire to keep my children home with me just a little longer. Shared custody means I only get half of the summer Saturdays, which makes today even more special.

I leave you now as I venture into this last summer Saturday with my beloved cherubs. We don’t have any great adventures planned and I’m sure the memory of today will fade along with their tanned skin, but I assure you I will cherish every second of this day until they rest their sun-kissed freckles on their pillows.

Before the day begins, there is one last important talk that I need to have with my children which begins with, “What do you want to do today?”

2 Responses to Our Last Summer Saturday

  1. MiMi August 26, 2017 at 8:10 am #

    My dearest Carrie, as you know I feel the same way about back to school. I enjoyed so much spending special summer time with my 2 sons, not having schedules and just having fun. I look back on those days and so wish I could have them back. I always tell parents of children, don’t wish the days away because you can never get them back. Enjoy each one, because before you know it they will be 40 and 34. Now I share special memories with my 5 grandchildren, and I never wish them away. You have touched my heart with this blog and I wish you the best going forward.

  2. Gina Janaszek August 28, 2017 at 5:30 am #

    Carrie….loved reading your article. I feel the same way. Now dealing with the stress of going to a new and BIG school. No more Catholic school bubble. It was great running into you last week and meeting your guy. I wish you all the best and tons of happiness.

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