I'm finding these last days of summer to be terribly bittersweet. The nights have been hinting at the winter to come while the days are what my mom-in-law calls "9/11 weather" - the same crisp, warm air and brilliantly blue skies as the day the towers came down. There's nostalgia in the air.
I keep looking at my two little boys and wishing I could freeze time. Will my babies ever be this sweet or trusting or adorable or innocent again? Despite the fact that they drive me completely crazy multiple times a day or that I've been impatiently waiting all summer for school to start so I can finally get some work done, I found myself on the verge of tears while shopping for my older boy's first backpack for Kindergarten and actually broke down and cried while filling out the forms for my younger son to start a part-time nursery school program next week. How on Earth did this happen? I could swear they were just infants...
Lest you think I'm some sort of enlightened being, let me disabuse you of the notion right quick. I'm still spending an awful lot of time dwelling on the past and obsessing about the future as well as diddling my life away on Facebook but it feels like a step in the right direction.
Apparently, Buddha said something to the effect of, "There is only one moment in life when it is essential to awaken. That moment is now." Them's definitely words to live by.
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