For most moms, summer means more why's, more noise, and less 'me' time. But for this mom, summer means just the opposite. You see, during the school year I teach seventh grade math (I know...weird for a writer, right). I am surrounded by noise, why's, and, with mounds of papers to grade and lessons to plan, I most definitely have less 'me' time.
But, this summer has been a little different. My daughter, Danni, is preparing to embark on her very own college adventure and journey into adulthood . It's a time of change for both of us, and each day--each moment--has been bittersweet. It has been a time of reflection and a time of thanks for all the wonderful memories we have shared over the past eighteen years. Time really does fly...I can attest to that. And God is so good...I can attest to that, as well.
So, I find myself the meat in the sandwich, with my mother on one side and my daughter on the other. It's a strange place to be. What's there to do on a warm (OK...hot) summer day in this time of transition...
Write, of course. For me, summer will always be associated with luxurious sun-drenched hours of my keyboard and me, alone, while I sip coffee (half-caff vanilla bean) and the voices chatter in my head. My husband has given up on trying to understand how my brain works, but my writer-friends...they understand completely and I thank God for them each and every day.