I snapped this picture a few weeks ago on a day trip to the beach. I’ve never in my life had the color blue on my nails – hands or feet. But I thought I would try it out on a whim, intending more to amuse my girls than to be trendy. And while I’m fairly certain I didn’t rock the polish, it was fun while we were in the throes of summer. Maggie even painted hers to match.
But now I can’t wait to take it off. I’m not feeling the blue today – or perhaps today I am feeling blue? Most likely it’s a little bit of both.
The kids went back to school and the lazy days of summer have once again slipped away. Don’t get me wrong. I am beyond ready for the return of some routine and order to the days (not to mention some much-needed order to the house!) But at the same time, I am sad to have the hectic schedules return and the house to be so quiet, echoing as I type. As ready as I am for school to start, I love having everyone home together and underfoot – even though it often tests my patience and tolerance for noise and chaos and mess. And by often I mean daily.
It’s bittersweet, this return to school. I am sad to lose lazy mornings, afternoons at the pool, family dinners that stretch into evenings of popcorn and board games. I am sorry to say goodbye to days at the beach, movie nights that start much later than they should, late sleeping teenagers, and pancakes on weekday mornings. It seems so odd that garage cubbies that were only days ago strewn with beach towels and swim bags now hold cleats and backpacks and gym bags. Calendars that were near empty a week ago are again near full with school and sports commitments, volunteer assignments and carpool dates. I want to yell, “wait! what just happened?!” But I don’t think anyone would hear me and the world would certainly not stop at my protests.
The end of summer seems to bring with it such an abrupt shift from relaxed to scheduled, slow to hurried. And it makes me kind of sad, really. I am left to wonder, once again, where all the time goes. I’m reminded to slow down and enjoy life’s blessings. Each day’s bright sunrise should be a gentle nudge for me to be intentional and to delight in all the little joys that fill the day, the week, the month, the season. Because before I know it, the day is done, the week is over, a new month begins, and the season changes.
Which, when I think about it for too long, leaves me feeling just a little bit blue. Or a lot bit blue.
And tired and stressed. So, I think I’ll change the nail polish, find a new color that is more my style, and embrace all there is to love about the return to school, the comfort of routine, jam-packed schedules, and the end of another glorious summer.