Im not about that “18 summers” philosophy. We don’t just have 18 summers with our children. On the other hand we aren’t guaranteed even the summer in front of us. Life is short. Some days are crazy long. I both adore my children and get exhausted trying make life magical for them. Moments can be soaked up and treasured while others can be wished away. Being a mother means living inside of a continuous bizarre duality. Today is hot. And sunny. My clients are quiet. My not so little kids are happily splashing and screaming way too loudly in the blow up pool we found from last year. This slice of life is delicious. But they won’t all be. And that’s just fine.
