Oh, how I used to adore you! The thought of your arrival would fill me with excitement, much like looking forward to a delicious muffuletta after a cleanse. I still yearn to soak in your warmth because you’re that radiant force that nurtures life all around you. You free my toes, spirit, and body from the shackles of winter, and I embrace every moment of your presence.
The Joys of June
For many, you usher in the season of short-shorts and carefree beach days. You bring forth joyous weddings, street fairs, and dining under the stars. But as the years roll by, I’ve found myself grappling with a few complications in our relationship—namely, my kids.
The Whirlwind of Events
Now, you seem to zoom past like a whirlwind, and when you leave, I often feel a bit battered. You are filled with bittersweet moments, celebrating the rapid growth of my little ones. Each year brings intense transitions—end-of-year recitals, last games, classroom parties, stepping-up ceremonies, and graduations. Each of these events is a reminder that time is moving too quickly.
I want to be fully present for every single one, but more often than not, I feel like I’m only half in it. When you pack my schedule with multiple must-attend events every day, I find myself longing for the vices I ditched over two decades ago. You also throw in random half days or unexpected breaks just as the school year is winding down—every working parent’s nightmare. Even when the aim is to neatly tie up the year, the breakneck pace you set leaves me utterly spent.
The Pressure to Socialize
Adding to the chaos, there’s this pressure you create to make endless plans, to get out and socialize in the lovely weather before your buddy, July, shows up. You bombard me with barbecues and work-related gatherings, all while I’m trying to be an engaged adult who lives for more than just my children’s schedules. And let’s be real, I’ve hit that age where short-shorts are just not an option anymore.
A Bit of Distance
I know I’ve become a little distant. It’s not you; it’s me. Everything is moving too fast. I crave the time to process my feelings and manage my expectations. Once my kids are grown and out of the house, I’ll definitely think about rekindling our romance. I dream of spending time with you, lounging with my toes in the sand, reading a magazine or a book, instead of hanging out in a park filled with sweaty tweens or dodging water balloons from third-graders. But right now, these are the moments I need to focus on. I’m not too worried; I believe our love can endure the test of time.
Resources for Further Reading
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Summary
In this heartfelt letter to June, the author reflects on how their relationship with summer has changed since having kids. Once a time of joy and relaxation, summer now comes with the pressures of parenting and busy schedules. Despite the challenges, the author remains hopeful that they will rekindle their love for the season once their children grow up.