Sunday, July 8, 2018

18 Summers

Before you stop reading because every.single.mom-blogger has posted about how we only have 18 summers with our kids, that is not what this post is about.

This is about the less than 18 summers I got with Logan. 15 to be exact, and that last one was perfectly awful.



I feel short-changed. I didn't get my 18 summers. But, this has taught me so many important lessons.


  • Tomorrow is not promised, make sure you love your people (family, friends, tribe) every single day. Send the text, make the call, go to lunch, spend time together doing absolutely nothing. But make sure you love on them.
  • Stop counting down the summers, the days, the minutes. Enjoy the summer you are living now. Enjoy the days-mediocre, spectacular, even the less-than-spectacular ones.
  • Every day has something to celebrate. Find it.
  • Some days you don't want to celebrate anything. That's okay.
  • Do you. Don't try to do what you see on social media that seems to be making other people or families happy. Just do you. Hate the beach-I am with you (sand, crabs, jellyfish, ick). Not a fan of the heat-hang out and watch old movies. Not a fan of TV-take a book to the pool, or the bedroom. Listen to music. Dance like no one is watching (okay, that was cliche, but still...). Sing like no one is listening. 
  • Memories are not made in spectacular, over-the-top, coordinated, planned moments. Memories are made in the in-between moments. The car rides with the windows down and DMX blaring from the radio (don't judge...). Watching Deadpool for the 400th time because it's f-ing hilarious.
You may have 18 summers. You may have 15. You may have 40 (I still enjoy making memories with my momma and I am still her little girl). The point is, if you are so focused on fitting everything in to a certain time period you are going to miss the magic of the ordinary days in between.

Blessings,
Meri

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