Summer Breeze

Standing doing dishes tonight, I caught a whiff of the air outside. Even though it's August, and should be super-hot, it isn't. It's about 60 degrees and the breeze had the smell of cold and woodsmoke to it that reminds me that summer is winding down, and the seasons are getting ready to change once again.

Even though I like the Fall, it always makes me sad when it comes. Because I know winter follows right behind, that season that I hate with every fiber of my soul. It takes everything I have not to be depressed, and knowing that I will be cooped up again soon makes me edgy.

Also, I always do a mental review of the summer the kids have had. Were there enough trips to the pool? Playdates with friends? Ice cream cones and fireflies? Somewhere deep down, I feel like I need to make their summers really good, so when they're grown they'll have lots of happy memories to look back on. The problem with this is that I always feel like I have somehow failed in the "magical mom" category. I want to make it all great, but the reality is that some days are just plain, spent inside because it's too hot, and sometimes it's just too much trouble to pack up and go to a lake for the day. Most times, in fact.

But if we only remember moments, then I hope that the boys have had enough moments to be able to say, "What an awesome summer!"