If our activity level is indicative of a triathlon, my
kitchen time has been equivalent to someone competing on Top Chef. I’ve prepared and served a year’s worth of
food in these last few months. Growing
boys who are in constant motion require a crazy amount of food…and I have three. My refrigerator should have a revolving door….watermelons,
boxes of popsicles, blocks of cheese, even fresh picked garden produce devoured
in the blink of an eye. It’s like I’m
living out the plague of the grasshoppers that swarmed Egypt in the Bible!
With all the nonstop activity and food prep, it’s no wonder
I’m feeling exhausted and have found myself hiding out in a quiet room and
reading….not caring how long the boys spend in front of screens and only
responding when first aid is needed. Go
ahead and nominate me for mother of the year!
I am exhausted and ready for a steady fall schedule, but
that doesn’t mean I haven’t loved every minute of this summer. We’re in the sweet spot as a family. Our boys are old enough to do so much, but
still young enough to declare me the love of their life and think that Daddy
knows everything. They love their
friends, but playing with each other satisfies them for hours on end. Their imagination is rich and powerful,
turning the backyard tree into a jail for bad guys, a big box into a spaceship,
a bunk bed into a ninja turtle secret lair.
It has been a sweet summer, which has emptied my energy reserves but
filled my memory bank.
I’m thankful God made seasons both in life and in
nature. Each is exciting and new, but by
the end we’re ready to bid it farewell.
And so I fondly bid farewell to summer and with a few tears send my
oldest off for full days of first grade.
It may be ninety degrees out, but I can already feel a chill in the airJ.
