Today is July 15, the day that I have heard described as the point when summer goes downhill. Indeed, the days get noticeably shorter and hotter, and it is only a matter of time until the flowers fade and autumnal breezes dust the horizon.
It's a bummer. But on the other hand, I can't imagine a better summer.
When my daughter was an infant, I took a hiatus from most of my grandiose ideas. I expected my ideas would permanently change as my I settled into motherhood. Once again, I was wrong.
Before spring thaw, I was imagining all the fun my little one and I would have this summer. She was quickly becoming a full-fledged toddler, so there were no (or at least very few) limits as to what we could do. Again, whatever.
Very few of my goals have been accomplished, or are even close to being accomplished. But I'm not complaining. Here's some of what we've done so far:
On Mother's Day, my not-quite 14-month-old toddled over to me and with great pride, handed me a dandelion she had picked herself. She loved the bright colors of spring, and I was thrilled to be the one she chose to share her discoveries with.
We came face-to-face with horses at National Pike Festival in mid-May. While she received plenty of offers to have her first horseback ride, she declined. My normally fearless daughter was not quite brave enough to get that cozy with such a big animal. I can't say as I blame her.
So we didn't grow, or even pick them this year, but my daughter enjoyed, as her mother does, fresh strawberries, cherries and corn-on-the-cob. Well, in her case, it was corn cut off the cob. And enjoy it she has. In her first sitting, my 15-month-old managed to put away kernels from an ear-and-a-half of the golden-yellow goodness. We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of peach season.
We've taken many a wagon and toy "car" ride, and met many old and new friends on our travels.
n Mommy watches proudly as her daredevil daughter enjoys innumerable rides on her swing and sliding board. At one local playground, we were able to go down the slide together, and I'm not sure who had more fun — my daughter on the "big" slide, or me, sliding for the first time in more years than I care to mention.
And there's more to come. Before the dreaded end of summer, we are planning an overnight camping trip, a visit to a local carnival (maybe more, depending on how the first experience goes); and did I mention, peaches are coming in season?
Maybe this summer, like many before it, and many to come, won't include everything I had hoped, and, perhaps, poorly planned for, but I scarcely can imagine a more blessed season than one spent with my lovely tow-headed toddler. I'm just not sure how she managed to develop a healthier, more sun-kissed glow than her mother has.