Summer is my last child in a line of many. She is beautiful, bubbly, and full of life. Since I have been down this parenting path a couple of times, I can really appreciate how short and precious each phase is.
Every phase has had it's beautiful moments - birth, the newborn sighs of contentment, the first smile, tooth, steps....These moments happen and then are gone, only remembered in a little compartment in my brain.
There are also the hard lessons learned. The million books I have read and continue to read to try to parent my children in the manner that will help them thrive and become all they can be.
Summer reminds me to get down on the floor and just be with her. I am delighted by all her babyness. I am delighted by her-all of her. I am reminded that though my laundry might have become mammoth in size, that my kitchen counter can not be seen due to the volume of dishes that cover it, that this is so much more important.
I will never get to recapture these years in my children's life. Their job is change, grow, move forward down their own paths.
My job is to relax. Relish these moments. Just be there. Treat each day like a Sunday. A day that is a bit slower then the rest of the week. Time for a drive down country lanes just to look at the flowers. A perfect summer day filled with sun, sand and the sounds of children playing in the ocean waves. A season of light and laughter. A summer Sunday.
