What I do know is Summer comes and goes too quickly and my little ones aren't so little anymore. I am trying to be conscious of savoring the time I spend with them. My time as care giver slips ever more quickly away and I see these young bodies trying to shed their childhood selves. I can't say to them, wait! Stop growing! Slow down! No, it wouldn't do any good. I can be there and that is what I have done. I've been present.
Tomorrow my son and daughter go back to school. I will have time again for writing and for research. My ancestors know and wait patiently for their stories to be told. They know. They know.