Someone said this to me the other day, “All we get is eighteen summers with them.” That hit me like a ton of bricks. I never thought about it in those terms. I am very aware that my daughter is ending her junior year of high school and her brother is ending his eighth grade year. I know that the time I have with them home is going to be less and less. This is what we prepare for their whole life – the time that we will no longer be with them and want them to be able to go out and succeed on their own.
But, eighteen summers? It sounds so short.
My daughter turned 17 this past week. We held a birthday party with her dance friends last night at a trampoline park. They had a special glow night where they turn out the lights and put on black lights. The girls all seemed to have fun jumping, dancing, and singing. But, as I sat there I realized this was probably her last real birthday party we would throw for her. Next year it will be a graduation party. It made me a bit sad. But, at the same time I look at her and know she is just about ready to go. Each day I see a new maturity that wasn’t there before in how she handles situations at work, school, teaching, and volunteering. This next year she will be taking college and high school classes for dual enrollment and we hope this will show us just how ready she really is for college.
So, I will enjoy this summer, Purposefully (my chosen word for this year) with my children. We will laugh, cry and make memories as we always have but my eye will be a bit more on the clock and calendar as I see the days fading away….