Right Here

We've made it to June.

The pollen is thick in NY. My black car is yellow. And I feel lousy.  

But the days are longer. The breeze is heavenly.  

Our schedule is full as we wind down the school year. Last concerts. Last field trips. Last days of basketball. I enjoy this time of the year. I welcome the slower days ahead. The warmth. The flowers, the colors, the fresh vegetables. 

Once I get over feeling lousy, it's going to be amazing.

Summer is a time for leisure and I think most welcome the days with lots of activity but rest from schedule. Routine takes a back seat for a few months and it is nice to hang out at home and enjoy the fruits of your labor.  I for one, love being a homebody.  I am pleased to sit on my porch or sit in my house and enjoy the fresh breeze and sunshine.

This school year has really been pivotal for my children.  They have grown so much. Friends have been made. Kids gather at our home which is just amazing. I'm finally the mom making stacks of grilled cheese and doling out Sunny D. I never thought we'd get there.

Entering middle school was rough for my sweet Noah. He battled those first few months, but eventually settled into the routine. He pushed himself and he has excelled. He has grown taller and skinnier if that is even possible. I'm sure I have not been skinny in my entire life, but it's okay, it's okay, someone has to have the curves. He is his father's boy from his looks to his mannerisms and he melts my heart. He put his Boy Scout cooking skills to work last night and made us hamburgers and brownies. Nothing wrong with aging children, nothing wrong at all.

If Noah is every bit his father, Aaron is every bit his mother. He is opinionated and vocal about his feelings. He has a great sense of humor and enjoys entertaining the masses. (He does a great impression of New Yorkers' accent and wording.) He is caught between being little and wanting to be big. It's hard being the youngest. He is ready for middle school but we're not quite there yet. I tell him the same thing I was told, "You'll be older soon enough. Enjoy being a kid."  I didn't get it and neither does he. That's okay. As we exit the fourth and sixth grades in the coming weeks and head into summer....

I'm very content.

Contentment can be, and has been, elusive.  I'm currently nestled right there, even as my third son rests against my arm.

A cleansing breath (and mucous hack- thanks pollen). It feels good to be right here. Finally.