I know I shouldn’t. In most parts of the world August is a month for holidays, for family gatherings and for long-standing summer traditions.
When I was a teenager, I spent a summer in Italy. Come August, everyone went on holiday. Every shop, every laundry, every professional office: they all sported signs in their window that said “Chiuso per ferie Agosto.” (That is, Closed for August Vacation).
Sadly, for those of us in many parts of Colorado, August is not the month of holidays, but the month when school starts. And this year, it starts on August 12th.
Back to School Blahs
And while I know some parents who can’t wait for school to resume, each year, the first day of school breaks my heart just a little more.
Why? Because I love being a mom and I love spending time with our sons. I truly miss them each and every day when then pack their backpacks and leave before the sun comes up.
So this week is THE END, the final week of summer vacation, of sleeping in, of sharing lunch together, being outdoors together and watching movies during the daytime together (I don’t know why, but watching a movie on a hot afternoon defines the height of hedonism for me).
This summer, we’ve mountain biked, hiked, played disc golf and badminton, watched as many Alfred Hitchcock movies as we could find, and a few ski movies as well. We’ve traveled near and far and we’ve logged a lot of family time in groups of two, three and four.
And I never tire of it. While my sons are ready to go back to school and see their friends, recharge their minds and get out of the house, I never tire of their company.
Why? Because I love being a mom. I love being their mom. I love them. And when they are not around, I am poorer for their absence.
Three Years and Counting…
Just three years ago, I started my blog, this blog, the Brave Ski Mom. In my second post, I wrote about why I chose the name “Brave Ski Mom,” but I don’t really think I ever explained why I really decided to write a blog.
Yes, I felt that our experience as a skiing and ski racing family was something I could share in a way that would inspire other families to enjoy an amazing sport and outdoor lifestyle.
But really, as I tell people all the time, I started writing the Brave Ski Mom because I was on the edge of an abyss. My boys were both entering middle school and suddenly, I was a mom without a role. They needed more independence and I needed something to do.
Writing, about skiing, about family adventure and about my feelings as a parent gave me a role. It also gave me a new identity. Even more, it gave me new friends.
This past week, visitor number 249,000 came to BSM. I don’t what she or he read, I don’t know if they liked what they saw or clicked away immediately. What I do know, it that I truly appreciate every visitor, every return reader and every dedicated follower that I have.
Without you all, I’d be typing in the wind.
- What’s In A Number, August 9, 2012.
- How to Start a Blog in Ten Easy Steps, July 27, 2011.
- Skippin’ School, October 13, 2010.
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