i was cruising blogs the other day and ran across this post.
how many summers do i have left?
with ethan it's 6. i'm counting this summer and the one after his senior year.
with eli it's 8.
to me, that's not long. not long at all.
it's so easy for me to come home from a long day of work and want to retreat to my bedroom and completely shut off from the real world.
facebook...
pinterest...
blogs...
television...
all play a part during my isolation.
but i want the boys to remember their summers at home as a time where i was fully present. there are memories to be made and moments to treasure. i don't want to be remembered as a mom who never played outside or who always had her nose in her smart phone or the computer.
we've talked of camping...
we'll definitely make a trip to six flags...
i would love to take the boys to centennial park...
and swing by the georgia aquarium...
and i'm sure we'll catch one of these....
but most of all, i just want to spend time with them. i don't have much longer. i want every minute of every day to count. it's hard. it's hard to be intentional. it's hard to be fully present in every moment. and sometimes it just doesn't happen. but i'll give it my best. and i'll do it because i know it matters.
how many summers do you have left?
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