And just like that, another school year is over and summer vacation is here. Where does the time go, we all ask ourselves. I see it on the Facebook posts of my friends and in the school yard at pick up on the last day. The faces of some of the 5th grade girls – tentative, a little bit vulnerable, clutching on to their friends (some for the last time, I’m sure) – was a bit heartbreaking. I felt for them because we’ve all been there and I still remember what it felt like to transition from one school to the next. In those transitional years, the arrival of summer vacation is mixed with celebratory relief, but also some anxiety at the unfamiliar that’s to come down the road in 2 months. As an adult you think how glad you are to not have to go through those awkward school years again, but when you have kids, you do sort of relive it again through them. Sometimes it feels completely surreal and weird.
We started off summer this weekend bumbling around the North Fork of Long Island, stopping at familiar spots that we hadn’t visited in awhile. The weather was unusually cool, but the pace of summer was undeniably present.
Being at the beach in that particular area made me think about the summer we rented a house when the girls were small. Perhaps it’s because we had just attended a 5th grade graduation ceremony, but I was feeling extra nostalgic. I asked the girls to humor me and hold hands down the road like they did so many years ago in one of my favorite photos of summer. I wanted to compare the photos and see how they’ve grown. Cheesy, I know. They rolled their eyes and groaned at me, but they did it after some coaxing. Just to humor their sentimental mom.