When summer ends, I have a heavy heart.  My melancholy is due to all the typical reasons:  I can’t believe another season has passed, I didn’t accomplish all that I wanted to, the kids are growing up,  and I’ll miss the warm weather and the children when autumn arrives.  In recent years, a new and unpleasant feeling has appeared on my emotional radar.  At the end of the summer I also feel robbed.  We’re all tired of hearing the clichés, but how in the hell did it go by so fast?  Seriously.  There is no other period on the calendar that flies by with such velocity.  I realize that the age thing plays a big part – summers are much faster than when I was a kid.  I also have to take some responsibility for the fast pace of our summers.   On the last day of school my children step off the school bus and are immediately expected to board Momma’s crazy train as it goes off the rails in an attempt to make sure each sun-soaked hour is filled with fun, fun, fun! Continue reading Where Did My Summer Go? →