The Good Ol’ Days

Greetings! How is everyone?

Yep. We are two-plus weeks into August, folks. Summer has a way of flyin’ by. US Open Tennis Championship qualifying rounds are getting underway. Translation: last week of the month is almost upon us. 😦

“These are the good old days,” says my hubby of nineteen years.

Many times, Hubby talks about looking back on “the good old days,” but when we really stop and think about it, aren’t we living them? Don’t our todays pile into the weeks that amass into the months and years upon which we will reflect and dub “the good old days?”

Hubby got me thinking. When my kids were younger and the days much more mommy-intense, I’d look ahead to the time when they wouldn’t need constant supervision. I would have more time for me. It always bugged me though, to feel I was wishing away not only their childhood but my younger years as well.

Nic n Kev with Kitty small Kitty–aka, Screweball–gave us quite the scare about 10 days ago. I’m happy to report she seems to be back to her 15+-year-old self.

My teenage boys (17 and 15) are quite the independent young men in so many ways. Older Son drives, has a job and can even cook for himself a bit. Younger Son will take off on the bike to go to football practice or just to the convenience store for his Gatorade vs. ask for a ride from either me or his dad. (He’s venturing into cooking but might need a little help in that department.) Alone-time with Hubby is almost the norm.

photo 3 Selfie taken during vacation. (I hate selfies.)

So now I get choked up when I pass a playground and see parents keeping their little ones safe on the equipment. I remember walking behind the boys as they rode their bikes and waited for me to catch up at the end of the block. Occasionally there is a game night, but no more stories read just before bed. They don’t need mom or dad to help with showers, brush teeth, make sure they get to bed on time.

The days when we don’t know how many kids will show for dinner are much more sparse, when Older Son was in middle school. Teens still show and hang out, but not as often—or for as long—as they did before drivers’ licenses became a permanent addition to their wallets and handbags. Luckily, they occasionally seem to enjoy the tennis court—though the regular players nearby might not consider themselves all that fortunate when Older Son’s crowd attempts doubles play.

Joanna 8-2014

I’ve shared holidays with family and just plain ol’ spur-of-the-moment great days. Pulled off one of those just last week, with an impromptu visit to a sister-in-law’s home a few blocks from the bay. Hot dogs, the pool, a bike ride near the water and homemade eggplant parm–eggplant direct from brother-in-law’s garden–gathered into a nice day that will be long remembered.

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Hubby was right. Most days are “the good old days.” Sometimes I have to remember I don’t have to recall them. I’m living them.

6 thoughts on “The Good Ol’ Days

  1. Summer always slips by, especially for those who love it like I do. From childhood through my mid-20s, I watched Days of Our Lives. With my mom. The soap opera’s opening always said, “Like sand through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives.” Does that sand slide faster every year or what?


  2. I’m learning how important it is to live in the moment as a parent. And yoga teaches me not to hold onto the past. I try to cherish the time spent with my children because I know as soon as I look over my shoulder they will be onto the next phase of their lives and my house will utter a quietness that won’t fit it. This journey of parenthood is such a strange one. We hold their hands when they’re little, we keep them safe and secure then suddenly they shirk our out stretched hands and head for the door. We watch them walk away from us knowing this is how it should be, but desperately wanting them to stay. Until they roll their eyes at us and turn the word “no” into a fifteen syllable song. Then we think, what time is the bus coming to pick you up. 😉


    1. That’s a pretty accurate summary of how it breaks down, I’m sure. Have a feeling my little colonial is a lot smaller than yours, but the quiet already seems to have set in. We used to crawl with middle schoolers. Now they’re all in high school and the older set drives. It is now a rare occasion when Mom and Dad are looking for the house to clear out of kids. Maybe I blinked.


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