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Summer in the Rear View Mirror

Inniswood hideaway

I’ve never been good with transitions. Letting go of one thing in favor of another challenges the greedy part of me that would simply savor it all. But life’s not like that. Choice and change are elemental to each day, from the moment we place bare feet on the floor to the hour we again tuck them under our sheets.

Summer ended almost silently this morning as a school bus carried my youngest off to a new school year.  My older two were already seated in high school classrooms by the time Matt took one of the privileged fifth grade seats at the rear of the bus.

Just yesterday, I wondered when I’d find twenty minutes to pick up bread and milk at the grocery. I was inexorably thrilled to fit a gas tank fill-up between drop-offs for football and soccer. “Family time” was forged in the bleachers of the high school stadium minus the daughter playing on the field below us. One moment paper-clipped to the next and the next with, hopefully, a dinner break wedged in somewhere along the way.

While I crave quiet moments when every emerging thought seems to coincide with a “Mom?” request, I perversely miss the interruptions when they abruptly evaporate.

We spent some time remembering favorite trips last weekend.  I’ll be posting some highlights this week.

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Moms on Monkey Bars

Alum Creek Dam (monkey bars)

Over the past three days or so, I’ve gained a better understanding of why women of my age (the specifics of which is an irrelevant detail) lose track of their gym passes and the will to fight the good fight on personal fitness.

I’m nowhere near quitting. I’ve done this for too long and believe that exercise tones a lot more than my body. It smooths out the rough spots in my emotions; it gives me spiritual muscle for Life’s considerable challenges. It gains me “thinking time,” enhancing my sense of perspective. It makes me smile more and wrinkle less.

But wow. I get it. This past week as I scrambled between back-to-back soccer games, track meets, practices for the aforementioned and “odds and ends” that included guitar lessons and daily school transportation, work-out time kept sidling a couple of steps beyond my grasp. Forget the grocery (I did). Forget the laundry (wish I could but soccer socks require hazmat removal if not laundered within three days). Forget taxes (yeah, right), a social life (sigh) and recreational reading (sigh again). It’s a crazy, but oh-so-normal life. I know this.
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