First of all I have to give a huge shout out to my followers. You guys rock! I commented on my Facebook page about how excited I get when I get an email notice that I have a new follower. I haven’t mentioned it in a while, but it really makes my day. I love checking my notices and seeing comments, and likes. The family doesn’t understand my obsession with it, they threatened to take away my phone. I think I made a sound akin to a hiss at them, clutching my phone as I fled the room.
I check my stats, and ashamed to admit that I allow the rollercoaster ride affect my moods. If I don’t get any hits I feel like I am a hack. If I get a large number of hits I’m ecstatic. Strange isn’t it? There are many bloggers that can relate to this self-inflicted roller coaster ride we put ourselves through. Writer’s are a weird lot.
Here we are on the last Friday before the girls go back to school. It’s a bitter-sweet day. We’d like to do something, but we just got back from Florida and there are things that need to be done around here. Friends are coming over for a mini birthday celebration. I’m making cake! Any excuse for a chocolate fix, right? Technically we are also mourning the end of summer.
Senior year for my oldest daughter, she’s stoked. the back to school business has already began. As she is often lamenting, it’s her last summer to have fun. She is young, you’ll have to forgive her. I’m not sure what it is she imagines past this point but I still manage to have fun and I’m way past high school. Thing will change that’s for sure. There is life beyond high school. I feel sorry for those friends of mine that are still stuck in their high school glory days. Even the ones that are stuck in the college glory. College was a blast for me, far more enjoyable than my high school years but life has moved beyond that.
I’m so proud of my kids. They are smart, sensible, and I’m confident that they will do well. Isn’t that a parent’s goals after all? To raise our children to be responsible people who will go out and make a positive difference in their generation. It’s always a little scary when one chapter of our lives comes to an end, and we have no idea what lies in the next. We try to ‘party like it’s 1999’, to borrow a phrase from that purple crazed artist. Yet, we go forward with fear and trepidation, taking a deep breath. Sometimes we fall but that’s ok. I’m excited for her, wonderful adventures await her.
Of course, adventures are still in my future as well. It’s good to remember the good times as long as we don’t get stuck there. I’ll leave you with this video, because it’s been on my mind all day with her latest Last Summer lamentation.
Write on my friends, write on!