I have never been one to fully enjoy a season. Most notable, I have never once thought to myself, “I wish Summer would last just a bit longer…”
I am the freak that is buying all the Halloween and Fall decorations in the beginning of September. I just can’t help it. I am a season pusher.
This year is the first time I have ever truly enjoyed the Summer season for everything it has to offer, and the reason is due to living in an area where warm beach days are numbered and walks outside will be limited. (I now live in a place that has a Winter! Oh the horror!)
Don’t get me wrong, I am even more excited for Fall than normal this year, but I find myself soaking up these last days of Summer knowing the transitions we have ahead.
When I examine my role as “Mama” and the season of motherhood that I am currently in, I see a few similarities and a pattern emerges: I don’t want to rush this season.
As hard as these days of tantrums and “my turn” & “me do it” are, I know that at the end of his meltdown, he will still want me to hold him. I still get to hold him. My arms are his alone; there to comfort, guide and love.
Oh how I will miss these days when he is grown. I already feel that ache that he is growing too fast.
Seasons can be full of joy and difficulty; they can stretch you in ways you weren’t expecting. And inevitably, it’s as if the Lord knew that we would need something new and sure enough, the next season comes into view with a sigh of relief and an air of expectancy.
This year, as Summer transitions into Fall, my role as a Mama of 1 will become that of a Mama of 2. I will have to share my heart and my arms, and as much as I know this will be a time of great joy, I know the transition will also bring difficulties of its own.
And so here I am, soaking up the warm rays of sunshine and planning more beach days and pool playdates.
I am all here. And I really, really love it.
Coast x Coast Motherhood 