For me, this means my most favoritist (my own word) time is RIGHT around the corner...AUTUMN!!!!
I only have one kid left at home, my nest is emptying pretty quickly. Actually, it's emptying a little faster than I was ready for, but this is life and I am taking it like a true champ, at least until my son leaves and then I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself.
My son is an academic genius. He counts the days from the last day of school before summer break right up until the final 24 hours of the first-day of school. Most of his friends are the same way, they all look forward to being back in school. In this day and age, that's not a bad thing. My son started driving this summer and had a few firsts. .
- He ran his firsts errands for me
- He's had his first grocery shopping trip because mom is working 12 hours on a new client
- He had his first go out with friends to the movies and the mall adventure
- He had his first fight with me about the car
- He asked me for gas money already
- He had his first "I'm going to be late" required text
- He had his first curfew
Since Ashley left for Japan (By the way she is doing GREAT!), Louie and I only have each other most days. Mike works crazy shifts and when he's home the property keeps him plenty busy. Louie is always the one to jump into my Facebook wall fights over politics and other current issues and let me tell you something, you do NOT want to mess with this kid when it comes to politics...if you do, you had better have your facts and lots of them and they had better be from reputable sources else he'll call you to the carpet and you'll think you're fighting with a public administration professor. My son is the future president! HA!
Anyway, enough bragging about Louie, I'm sure I'll hear about how I mentioned him in my blog. the point I'm trying to make is that it's so easy to let the chaos that builds up to back-to-school rob you of time you'll sorely miss in a few years. It takes a mom of almost grown and gone teens to bring these hard learned lessons to those who are traveling the path behind us. Please, heed the message well. I promise you'll regret it if you don't.
I'm getting melancholy in my old age. I find myself watching television shows or listening to songs and tears spring into my eyes as I remember days gone by. It hurts. But then, during my weekly call to Ashley in Japan I hear tears in her voice as she says "Mommy, I miss you, I wish I were home". My heart fills and I know that even though she's off on her magnificent adventure, she still loves me and misses me as much as I miss her. My baby wishes she was home with her mama. She didn't forget me and her heart still longs for home.
Home. A haven at the top of a mountain surrounded by the most majestic, beautiful mountains and nature that one could hope for. That's the physical description. But home for us is traditions and values that have knitted my children to this place that heals the heart and restores the soul. Home is getting ready for the autumn decorating, visiting the pumpkin patch (we STILL do it!), harvesting the garden, and running outside to smell the smoke from the fireplace on the first night cool enough to light them. Home is the smell of apples and cinnamon I fill the house with in fall, our trip to the orchard and the childlike excitement that leads up to the Christmas holiday season, the most anticipated time of our year. Not for religious reasons, but for the traditions they've both come to look forward too. It's during this time of the year I feel closest to my late grandmother, Lucy. There is so much of her in what we do. My children only vaguely remember her, but they know that the things we do were part of a magical time when Nana was alive and the table was full of dozens of cousins, Italian food, wine, laughter and love. We're a MUCH smaller group now, but the her spirit and my Papa's are with us. I feel comforted knowing that my children are taking these traditions into their own lives and will pass them on for another generation.
So as we head full-speed into the crisp, cool, colorful days of autumn, I make a vow that I'm going to warm the nights by the fireplace even more with quality moments with my son. Be it a rowdy Wii bowling competition, or just a dinner for two on the nights Mike works. I'm going to make memories that will carry me through those days when I wait for the phone to ring from whatever far away land they might be in and when I hear those words that warm my heart..."Mommy, I miss you and I wish I was home", I'll know those memories are comforting them until we're together again making new ones.
Times are tough, good times are hard to come by these days, but making precious memories with your children never costs a thing. Make a vow to turn away from the insanity in our world right now and make precious memories... for you... and for them.
This article is dedicated to my children, Ashley and Louie.... I love you. - Mom.