The thing about life….
I’m finding, is that’s is kinda one big series of adjustments to stages. And the way you react to those stages, is your choice.
This summer was one of those stages.
It was the first summer since birth my son was home with me. All day, ever day.
It was a summer of green toes and dirty clothes and grass stains on uniforms and bruises on arms and motel rooms and early morning long car rides. And evenings with my beautiful clients dodging rain storms.
It was a summer I got to spend working with my son almost every day. In the hot sun. I learned more about lawn mowers than I ever intended to know. We became a pit crew. Loading and unloading. Grass everywhere. Vehicles that smelled like gas and oil.
It was a summer I spent on bleachers in a different state. I became one of those people who have to have a wagon to carry all the shit required for hours and hours and hours of bleacher sitting. And I loved it.
It was a summer that my camera stayed in the bag too much.
It was a summer of letting my son go a little bit more. Of bike rides and night fishing. And forks in the face while camping.
It was a summer of adjustments.
And today, I won’t lie, I’m adjusting to not having the other half of my pit crew here.
It was a summer of adjustments.
And today, I won’t lie, I miss the other half of my pit crew.
