“A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery even while on a detour.”
We’re in the midst of summer’s blaze, and these days it seems the best place to take up residence is in the water. Of course staying indoors in the cool, calculated breeze of air conditioning is another much-used alternative, but even then, the crisp call of water beckons. Normally I’d be riding my bright and sunshiny unicorn right into the water with my littles, splashing and jumping. Summer is when I dwell in the pool, when I remain in the ocean far past the prune.
I’m just going to be honest and raw here for a minute, not that I’m usually reserved, but here goes… I can’t get in. It’s flipping’ hot and I can’t swim. Who knew that a miscarriage brings with it a good three weeks ban from submersion in water? This mama didn’t. And overall, I’ve been doing very well, but this one little fact, and the perfect timing in the middle of summer, has my kids crying for me to get in with them… and serves as a daily reminder of our loss.
So today, I floated around on a tube with my rear in the air feeling like a hot air balloon hovering the surface. But my kids were happy… and I was cool. We might be on a slight detour, but I’m certainly enjoying the scenery along the way. Even if my floating in the middle of our pool like the sad, injured turtle at the aquarium that we refer to as “Bubble Bootie” isn’t the most enjoyable scenery for anyone else in the water.
Needless to say, I’m craving the bend of the calendar pages that breathe out fall and pumpkins and spice. To be completely transparent, I wanted to blast Christmas music around the house a couple of days ago, and then reminded myself that pumpkins come first.
While the heat rages on, so does our swimming… and popsicle breaks, and the constant line of pool towels drying in the sun and my flying acrobat girl.
And my little two year old is catching on quick. My little swimmer boy, I call him.
It’s time to get your happy on.