Melancholy, baby

I'm thinking summertime must make me feel melancholy. Maybe it's because it takes me back to happy times, in my childhood and later, my children's childhood. Happy, carefree days spent outdoors.

I've just recently been thinking a lot about my own children's childhood. A lot about things I could have (should have?) done differently. And about how quickly it passes.

I remember being a young adult and how much I enjoyed those years. And then I remember anticipating parenthood, and my years as a parent of young children.

Having young adult children seems to be an interesting phase of life to be moving into. It's not a bad thing, I know it will hold many wonderful things, but it's not a phase that I have eagerly anticipated as I have other phases, and it seems to involve a harder "letting go" of what was than other phases have, for me anyway.