Take Me Back Tuesdays: Summer

When I was a kid, I remember eating a lot of peaches during the summer.  My grandmother would cut the peach in half and twist the fruit off the pit, then hand the pieces to me.  I would beg her to let me grow a peach tree.  And every summer, she always let me dry out at least one pit so that we could get inside and find that precious seed.  I don't remember ever planting the seed, but there was always a peach pit drying on grandma's counter, right next to the tomatoes that fell off the vine too soon and needed to ripen a little more.

That was summer.

As I ate a peach on this sweltering summer day, I couldn't help but think about grandma and the peaches.  I had to have been young when all of that happened.  Grandma and grandpa moved to Virginia before I was in third grade.  And the kitchen I remember was here in Michigan.  I was the same age as my kids are today.

But what type of memories am I leaving for them?  There are no peach pits drying (they won't eat peaches, preferring summer's abundance of raspberries, blue berries, strawberries, and grapes).

I clearly remember the summer afternoon that my grandma taught me to ride a two-wheeled bike.  Neither of my kids can do that yet and TRex is almost 7! How much of that failure is a result of the kids never being home?  If they weren't in summer camp all day, I'm sure they'd know how to ride a bike.  If only I didn't have to work full-time, my kids would have the basic skills needed to live a good life.

I remember mornings with grandma pressing ice cream between two fresh waffles.  Then licking the dripping sweetness off my hand.  There was no rush, no hurry.  My kids' summer morning consist of Eggos (TRex) and bologna dipped in barbeque (DQ).  Yes, DQ tends to lick her hands, but only because she dips them in barbeque sauce. And we do not sit and enjoy, but finish with a mad dash to gulp down meds and slather sunscreen from head to toe before heading out the door.

None of it is the same.  And that makes me sad.

I know the kids know no different and they are loving their summer.  Each day is a new adventure and they have so much fun.  We don't have any other choice really.  But it makes me sad nonetheless.