HOLDING ONTO SUMMER.
It's that time of the year. The month of August where most of the United States feels like the steam room at an over used gym, and for many, the month where September cannot come soon enough. Whether it's being tired of trying to stay sharp in a suit during ninety-two degree heat or having had enough of listening to the kids argue over everything from the TV remote to the beach towels, everyone is pretty much ready for the month to end.
But I've always had a different kind of feeling about August. Yes, I'm done with the heat and sweating, and the idea of being free from my kids for six hours a day sends me into a state of euphoria until one of them starts yelling "mom!" again. Yet August makes me think of long lazy days, being wonderfully bored out of my mind, a time capsule of innocence before we go back to school a whole grade older than the day we left, the last chance to be what we were before. I gave my son the middle name August for all of those reasons (plus I absolutely adore August Wilson.) And because the month, for so many reasons, will always be the month of freedom, innocence and naiveté in my mind, I try to accept the heat and the laziness it brings the way my son does, letting myself move a little slower, taking in the sound of crickets at night, the way grass smells after it's cut, and enjoying a short period of time where no one needs to be anywhere in particular, eating s'mores around the fire pit and sharing laughter with family and friends under the stars.
So here's to the last bits of summertime innocence. I've already got September creeping in with back to school hair cuts scheduled and parent orientation nights on the calendar. Let's spend this last sliver of time well. In a few short days we will lose our summer Fridays, schedules will once again rule, and this slow-as-molasses time will be a memory to warm us when we pull on our winter coats.