‘Childhood and Summer. Both over way too soon.’
Some wit on Facebook said the other day that September was kind of like one big ole Monday. Well, I totally get that. Places to go, people to see, work to do, school to go back to.
But, hey. If September is Monday, then isn’t August Sunday Night? You know what I mean. Summer starts out so full of possibilities and then all of a sudden it’s August, and you’re filled with regret over all the stuff you didn’t have time for. That New Thing you were going to learn (yes, I mean you, bridge.) That project you were going to finish (the Christmas pillow I’ve been needle-pointing my entire adult life). That book you were going to write (or just, um, read).
When it comes right down to it, that unused paddle board in the basement isn’t so different, really, from that pile of math homework that used to confront you accusingly on the dining room table while ‘Sixty Minutes’ ticked away in the living room.
What makes things even worse is when you realize that you actually had the time to do all these things, but just didn’t get around to them — because, well, summer is so long, and you have plenty of time.
Which brings me to childhood. Same deal. It starts out like it’s going to just, well, go on forever. Remember when you could hardly wait to be older? I was ‘almost thirteen’ the second I turned twelve.
And then one day you wake up and not only are you yourself no longer a child, you’ve got one of your own to shepherd into adulthood. And, well, when you’re changing your umpteenth poopy diaper or reciting ‘Goodnight Moon’ (yes, you have it memorized by now) for the zillionth time or answering ‘Why?’ after whiney ‘Why?’ with gritted teeth, you think it will never ever end.
But guess what. It does. Just like that.
This would be the place in the piece where I could get all advice-y and been-there-y and annoyingly know-it-all-y. But I’m not. You get it.
Instead I’ll leave you with this. A picture that feels like it was taken on this very day. Because it was.
Amagansett, New York. September 2016