I was reading a book today about an island town in Washington state that has golden and beautiful Septembers, as if to make up for the rainy rest of the year. Could I do that? Have such strikingly beautiful early autumns even at the expense of every other season?
I’d spend the whole month thinking that time is going too fast, and then you know what? It would be over. Onto 11 months of cold rain or snow. Luckily I live in New England and we do get 6-9 months of solid good weather, factoring in strange tornados and October blizzards and the occasional two weeks of rain. It comes back around. Summer always arrives, whether late to the party or not.
I’m trying not to panic that it will inevitably end in two months. Through humidity and bugs, I still hold onto so much.
I could panic about how summer will end and my children won’t always be so young and I won’t always have such energy and my husband might not always be as youthful and hot as he is now, and my hair might go gray and my metabolism might slow and my kids may get acne and foul attitudes and maybe, maybe, maybe. Inevitable tides of change. Summer finds its way back to us.
Celebrations do too.
Des had his first wedding last month. Scarlet was lucky enough to be a flower girl once at my sister’s wedding and she watched Cassidy marry his two friends in wine country when she was a baby. This summer, we were invited to two weddings that not only allowed kids, they welcomed them. For the first wedding we chose to leave the kids with my sister. For the second wedding, we decided to take them. Scarlet was entranced and kept asking us to “kiss me how brides and grooms kiss.” (yikes!) And Des?
He was just Des. Although there’s no “just” there. Des was wonderfully Des.
And Scarlet? She thought it was just like a fairy tale. So she wore her “Alice” dress.
We had a lot of fun with friends.
He’s actually two months older than her, and he’s taller. He’s sitting in a ditch and she’s sitting on a little bump.
One day I’ll sob about how he’s taller than me and Scarlet’s too far away, but for right now – I’m going to enjoy this summer of their childhoods – these sunny smiles and sparkly eyes and glowing hair and growth, growth, growth. The moments. It’s all a big game of peek-a-boo sometimes. Every new trick and saying. Every childlike mispronunciation of a word. The cuddles. The mood swings.
Peek-a-boo. Now you see it. Now you don’t. There’s always a new season around the corner. I find such comfort in that.