A Sundial and some reflections !!

Good morning!

It’s the first week of August, and it means it’s almost back-to-school.

College kids everywhere are getting ready to head out—and mine are no exception. They're leaving early to prepare for marching band camp, and I believe mentally, they are already halfway there.

My house has been full for the past three months. And yet, despite everyone being home, they were busy, and we couldn't find a time frame where everyone would be available to go anywhere.

I remember when this time of year meant road trips and vacations, back when they were little, in grade school, back when school breaks felt endless. Now both Google and Facebook are showing me all those memories, the good times we had, the road trips, laughter and singing in the backseat, our usual airport/ airline /rental car drama. (that calls for a separate post)

Here are some pictures of those memories.

This year, we couldn’t even go for walks in the neighborhood as we went through heat waves.

So, we did what we could, some dinners, one or two lunches, a few breakfasts, some ice cream and a couple of visits to friends nearby.

And oh, my husband and the boys went chasing the milky way to a park nearby. That was it.

This year, it was only a quick weekend trip with only one child out of the three.

This past weekend, we visited the Gettysburg battlefield. The weather was beautiful, but the experience was somber, especially as we stood in the cemetery. A quiet reminder of history, sacrifice, and how fleeting time can be.

As we walked the grounds near Gettysburg, we stopped by President Eisenhower’s farm. On the front lawn stood a sundial, quietly marking time with these words:

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice; but for those who love, time is eternity.”
— Henry Van Dyke

And isn’t that the truth?

We live through these moments, the time spent together.

So, here’s to the little things: the laughter, the leftovers, the weekend trips which almost weren’t.

So, moms of little, don't sweat it. Enjoy it while it lasts. Soak it in. These are the moments you’ll look back on someday.

What does your August look like ? I would like to hear.

- Rekha's Ramblings.

Sharing another blog from a couple of summers ago ICYMI.

https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2023/07/creating-memories-in-backyard.html

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