Saturday, Andy took the boys and their friends out tubing on the lake. I decided not to go as I tend to get a bit nauseous when they have the boat spinning in circles in order to get bigger waves.
As I was sitting, waiting for them to come back I discovered that I didn't know any of the parents sitting at the beach. I've officially become one of the older moms. The mom that sits out of the fray of the toddlers and elementary school kids. The one that can actually relax while sitting near a body of water. The one that doesn't turn her head when she hears "Mom" being screamed at the top of someone's lungs and the mom that doesn't go running when she hears a piercing scream and crying.
It was a bittersweet feeling. I'm sad that our days of summer are not spent on that sandy beach anymore. Days of digging holes and swimming for hours until their fingers were wrinkled from the water. Gone are the many days of grilled cheese sandwiches and snacks from the beach bag.
But as I watched this new generation of parents and their little ones I was happy that we were part of the long tradition of families on that beach. I can only hope that my boys decided to find a place just as special, maybe even the one they grew up on, to raise their families when it's time.
1. Loving caprese salads right now. It will be even better when the tomatoes ripen.
3. Just finished reading The History of Love. It started out slow, but in the end I really enjoyed it.