Look internet, I get it. You like getting all sentimental. You like creating images and posts that get shared like crazy.
Sometimes I like it too. Your posts have made me tear up with joy or giggle until my sides hurt.
But right now internet, right now you are driving me crazy.
Everywhere I look you keep telling me I only get 18 Summers with my kids.
You’re counting the days until I send my Kindergartener off to college and I just can’t take it anymore.
I know that some moms love it, they want that sweet reminder that our time with kiddos in the home is limited.
But I’m not having it internet.
I don’t want to do the math. I don’t want to know how many more Summers I have left with my kids living at home.
I don’t want to be driven into this “make every moment count frenzy” that kills my joy for the whole season. Because I’ve already learned that amazing things happen when you stop trying to enjoy every moment of motherhood.
So look – we’re going to have an awesome Summer with the kids this year.
I have no freaking clue how many Summers we have left. I pray my kids live long healthy lives and I get lots more than a mere 18 Summers.
I hope my kids know I love them and sometimes that love looks like working through the Summer but still having the “best Summer ever” because there’s always time to make memories too.
I can tell you it WON’T look like going into debt to go on an epic, expensive vacation we can’t afford because “OMG we only have X number of Summers left”.
I know for sure our Summer won’t be spent with me feeling guilty if each activity isn’t quite magical enough for one of their precious few Summers.
It will look like building a beach in the front yard because we didn’t have time to go to the real beach that day.
It will look like lots of movies watched, and a whole backyard explored while mommy gets work done – and then LOADS of cuddles after work and maybe a trip to the ice cream parlor down the road.
It will look like belly laughs and giggles and probably more sibling fights than I’d like to share on Facebook.
It will look like sunburns and twirly dresses and lots of trips to the local park.
If I’m being honest? It will look a lot like last Summer too. Because the magic of Summer isn’t found in what we’re doing, so much in that we’re doing it together.
Each and every day of their childhood.
So I’m enjoying that magic of togetherness, and I’m not counting the Summers, because I’m too busy enjoying them.
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