As a child, I remember playing in the hot sun, sweat running down my face and thinking that I could do this forever. The neighborhood I grew up in had SO many kids that there was always someone ready to play. Baseball games erupted in the middle of the quiet suburban street. We played 9 full innings unless the ice cream vendor came during game time. Of course, the 7-up popsicles, sno cones and eskimo pies ALWAYS took priority over any baseball game.
As a mother, I remember watching my daughters play in the backyard. Like their mother, they loved sports; however, baseball was too slow moving for them. Soccer was their passion. These talented girls would orchestrate soccer games that only imaginative children could create. Their antics were so detailed that I could "hear" the crowds cheering them on.
I look forward to being a grandmother and sharing special moments with my grandchildren. I look forward to frolicking in the pool with them, looking for Easter eggs, and falling onto the ground in laughter so intense that we can hardly breath. I look forward to cooking their favorite foods, just like my grandmothers cooked mine, and my daughters' grandmothers cooked theirs.
Summer is such a special season. Enjoy it like you did when you were a child. Life is too short to care what the neighbors think when they see you gleefully screaming as you run through the sprinklers!
