My New Acrostic

So now I am an official empty nester. My youngest son, Dylan, has gone out of town to college. It’s a strange feeling for me after 30 years of being a parent. It is a little unsettling.  The life I created had been much more than just parenting. Social groups, school activities,  4H work and community events are now gone.  There are changes in my schedule. There are less responsibilities.  Like my son, I actually have  a new freedom.  So this is where I can recreate myself.

Recently, I discovered an acrostic poem that Dylan wrote on his name when he was 12 years old. I put the poem in his move in bag for him to read after we left.  I wrote next to the poem, “Now that you’re in college, what will your new acrostic be?”

Now that I think about it. What will MY new acrostic be?

 

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Summer is for Adventures in Writing

 

 

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Last month my husband and I went up to Ely, MN to retrieve a canoe.

My 18-year old son came back from an adventure in the (BWCA) Boundary Waters Canoe Area.

He went with two canoes and three friends. He returned with one canoe but still three friends. It was the kind of trip that would always be memorable.

After swamping the canoe and unable to retrieve it, they left it. A passing fishing boat came by and brought my son’s stranded friends who were on an island back to shore.  All of them were safe and also full of smiles.  They all agreed they wanted to do a trip again.

When we picked up the canoe, my husband said looking at all the dents, “Those rocks did a real beating on them.”

My son will always have a story to tell and maybe even write about.

Summer is the time for adventures and for exploring new places.

It’s the time for wearing bright colors and painting toenails or spending time nose deep into books and hitching your mind up to a cloud to just daydream.

And it’s the perfect time for capturing those moments by writing.

So whether I am in a canoe fighting strong winds or  in a hammock daydreaming in my backyard,  I will have my journal ready.

Gretchen Rubin, Author of The Happiness Project, once said, “The days are long but the years are short.”

So true.

Just Write…