Here it is, summertime again, so many years removed from those summers at the grandparents' house. Those memories are forever etched in my mind, formative experiences that created the "me" I am today. Now my children are the ages I was when I had those summers. What will they remember from summers spent with me?
Not all my memories are good. I recall feeling frustrated at my grandmother's apparent favoritism for my brother. I felt lonely sometimes, and I missed my mom. I got hurt now and then because farm life was a bit rougher than the city life I was used to living. I got sick once after eating far too many "not quite ripe" peaches from the orchard out back. I saw snakes and had much closer encounters with them than desired. I had the worst biking accident of my life that resulted in what seemed at the time like half my chin being torn from my face.
I guess I'm just reflecting on summer memories and what might go into the memories I am living out right now with my kids. I want to have a fun summer with them without feeling like every moment must be scheduled. It sure wasn't when I was a kid. Sometimes life just happens and it's beautiful. I want to find a balance between planning zoo trips and just finding ourselves on the back patio eating watermelon and having an impromptu seed spitting contest.