Being the Mama in Summer

Meh.  The solitude.  Or more exactly, the solitude in the midst of the din of friends and family.  The thing about raising little tiny people that require one hundred percent of your energy, is that well, they require one hundred percent of your energy.  That energy is spent making sure they don't dive into a body of water un-attended, run into a road, fall down a flight of stairs, fall off a dock.  You get the drift.  That energy is not spent falling into conversation, laughter, boat rides, making memories,  because again, you're keeping tiny people from falling off the dock while other people make their memories, remember?  Raising the angels is amazing and inspiring.  At times, it's also tiring and it's lonely.  And this one, this one, beautiful, tiny tyrant.  Let's start the weekend off with a thousand ways she's tried escaping, evading, running away and running free.  Because she's ONE now people.  That means mama is ready to run wild and free, so god forbid we forget and fail to forgive her the independence she seeks.