18 Summers

There's been a little saying circulating on social media these days... something along the lines of "You only get 18 summers with your child-- make them count." Oh the pressure. I get heartburn just thinking about it.

My oldest son turns 18 on Monday. He's spent 4 summers with us total. The first summer was absolute magic as we tried to fit in every activity and experience that we could. That summer he was our guest. The next summer we waited, worked and hoped as we held our breath for a referral to travel and bring him home as an official Kaurin. That led to the next summer with a family vacation that allowed him to meet extended family from North Carolina and New York. This brings us to his fourth summer in our home. I'm working the majority of the week, he's balancing summer school and football practice and life is pretty ordinary. But I'm ok with that. This summer he has a list of chores, does laundry on a regular basis and drives me around town. I'm finding that there's beauty in the ordinary and it reaffirms how important each one is in our family.

I look at the pictures of our first summer together and am amazed at how much my children have grown, but I also see an insecurity in me as I tried to make memories. There was a ticking clock as his time with us was short. We really didn't know if we'd get to see him again or not. I remember reaching a point that summer where when asked what he wanted to do, the answer was to fish at a friend's pond or just hang out at home.

Our home was small and simple, but it was good. We penciled in the growth marks for the kids, watched the fireflies from the backyard swing and ate too many popsicles. And when he left us, we all ugly cried. For several days.

The Bible says "Teach us to number our days so that we may gain a heart of wisdom" Proverbs 90:12. I don't want to look at the brief window of childhood or summer with a panic of time passing too quickly. Rather, I'd rather appreciate the day for what it is. The summer spent hosting gave me a new perspective on numbering my days and not wishing any part of it away. Now, I find that I like working part of the day, spending afternoons with my kids and evenings listening to Brenna talk to herself on her swing.

"You only get 18 summers..." I will not be sad for the summers I missed with Max. But I will love each day that he is with us. I won't begrudge Sam his sleepovers but enjoy the moments we have together. My four teens are showing me how beautiful it can be to hold on loosely.