Wednesday, August 13, 2008

New beginnings....

I'm sitting on the porch a little after 8 a.m., watching the rain come down. I love and dread this time of year. I love it because August is when school starts back....and even though both of my children are adults, August still symbolizes new beginnings for me. In August I usually go for my yearly physical and mammogram and it's always reassuring when you get that post card from your doctor's office stating everything is "normal". For all those mother's out there with school age children, August offers a much needed reprieve from summer day trips and the creativity required to fill a young child's day. I used to love August because it signaled a return to structure or routine...I would once again have some quiet time, where I could sit and meditate on scripture...BUT...I also dread this time of year....when my kids were in school, I would dread the routine...wake up...go to school....come home....homework....and/or after school activities...supper....bed (and then it would start all over again). Also, a new school year meant new struggles for the introverted child as they got to know new peers and teachers....and worst of all for those of us in sunny Florida is the unpredictability of hurricane season. As a nurse, we are on teams during hurricane season that require us to arrive at the hospital prior to the time the supposed hurricane should touch down and camp there until it's over and new help arrives. I always feared being separated from my children during this time....I want the safety of our little town if bad weather is coming....WOW, it is really raining hard, think I'll go inside and bake some banana bread!

2 comments:

Barb said...

I love August too Sue but my reasons are a bit different! August and September were the months I began to fall in love with Darrel in Mississippi! I can still see the colors on the leaves in the woods on the way to his granny's house and remember how he looked at me and I knew I was falling in love! August brings back sweet memories to my heart of days long ago. I think of all my grandchildren preparing for school also, the hustle and bustle, the hopes we have for them and the dreams they have. A new beginning, a new opportunity to start fresh and do your best, but then, every day is a new beginning and a new opportunity to do our best. My best was better today and I'm thankful. Hey, how was your banana bread????

Sue said...

Barb...this really touched my heart...I remember the day that Mike Combs walked up to my house, I was looking at him from the window...he had a flannel shirt on, it was 1/20/84...I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. I pray every day for God to keep me in love with that man that I saw that day and vice versa....what ever he saw in me, I pray for God to somehow keep him in love with me also...