But that doesn’t mean I won’t be enjoying it.
Because one day, when I’m sitting still with a favorite book in hand, I know I’ll see that summer mom I used to be—
Chasing, running, knee-deep in the chaos of it, and remember that I loved being her.
You won’t catch me reading a book by the pool this summer.
I won’t be sunbathing on the beach.
This isn’t the summer…
Posted by Whitney Ballard, Writer on Tuesday, June 23, 2020
So I’ll be frustrated a few times that I never get a moment of peace this summer; at the park, the pool, the beach…
And then I’ll embrace the fun that I can’t bottle up,
And spend this summer soaking up far more than the sun.
