I know it’s hotter ‘n a blister bug in a pepper patch outside, but I love the summertime for so many reasons. No, the heat isn’t one of them.
Growing up in Tucson, I spent lots of summers by a swimming pool with my family. Our mom would let us wear ourselves out and then when we saw the monsoon clouds rolling in, it was time to dry off for the day. Mom would usually have a pot of spaghetti sauce on at home and I can still remember coming inside to smell it cooking. There’s no telling how many pounds of pasta we ate as kids, but to this day, when a monsoon comes in, my sisters, brother and I have a pot of sauce on the stove. Our mom does too and hers is still way better than ours will ever be.
Summers were special as a kid; they were simple, easy and pretty relaxed. Like all kids, we’d tell our mom that we were bored and she’d give us her standard response, “Read a book.” I’ve heard myself say the same thing now that I’m a mom.
Our TV time was extremely limited as kids, so much so that our mom cut the plug off of it at one point. We really should have seen that coming when she put a bumper sticker on that read “kill your television.” The point is, we had to entertain ourselves sometimes, which we always found a way to do. It felt like school would never start again, but before we knew it, we were headed back. Those were some of my happiest childhood days and I’d kill to relive some of them.
Unfortunately, I had to grow up, and even though I still count on my mama to make the best sauce, it’s my turn to make some memories for my daughters. I kept the monsoon sauce tradition and have added some of my own, too. Our summers revolve around a lot of time with family and friends, going on adventures together, relaxing and loving our lives.
Today I’d love to hear from you. Visit my Facebook page and share what your favorite summertime tradition was as a kid and what it is today. I’d love to know more about what makes you live your life.