They say Summer unofficially begins on Memorial Day. Marching bands and beauty queens float through town then back out as our signal — it’s time to dig out the beach towels. (We can also now “legally” squeeze back into our one pair of white jeans, but we’ll probably just end up dripping barbecue sauce on them.)
The timeline isn’t too far off, but in my mind, the glory days show up in June, and not a day before. That’s when I make the mental shift, to the syncopated tune of flip-flops and sprinklers firing off across yards all over town.
You know how some years Christmas falls on a Sunday or the 4th of July lands on a Saturday, as though the universe has never been more perfectly aligned?
That’s how I feel about today. Everything lined up just so, and now we’re here, with a perfect fluke on our hands. It’s a bit like leap year, only less confusing and infinitely more celebratory. (I still don’t understand leap year. Sorry, Caesar.)
Around 3pm, my three littlest kiddos will be sprung from the neighborhood elementary school for their longish, sticky stretch of summer vacation.
Later today, my oldest son Robert will have his electronic monitoring ankle bracelet cut off, ending nearly four years of incarceration in various forms.
My heart is a chocolate layer cake, a bowl of fizzy punch, a cranked up radio, and one hundred party whistles. But underneath the party, there’s a pull to get cozy with the truth about freedom.
How can something inherently unshackled and light feel so weighty if we let it?
Last week a conversation with Robert kept circling back to his impatience and keyed-up excitement over sitting so close to the end. (Think senioritis, only with a probation officer instead of a diploma.) Just before I left, the truth spilled out. Beneath his bravado and genuine relief lurks the fear that his freedom might pull him under. After years of being micromanaged, the rope’s got some slack. And it’s making him edgy.
On the infinitely less serious end of the spectrum, I’m a mom of young kids, faced with eight short weeks of summer-freedom. Counter to all the talk of slowing down and saying no, I’m compelled to cram it all in. Do everything. Go everywhere.
I want to hold life by the ears and live by the seats of our pants. I want art journals and smoothies for lunch, all-day swimming and road-trips on a lark. Hey, we can sleep in September. These long days are short in number, and I’m craving adventure with my favorite people. Come Labor Day, I want community to mean something even richer.
As usual, my common sense fails me. I wish some kids would run wild and unhinged while fearing another will do just that.
I honestly don’t know how any of this freedom will play out. I can’t project into next year, or even into August.
There’s a good possibility the well-intentioned art journals will gather dust, and our whimsical “plans” for adventure will eat dirt. We might wear the jagged edge of Summer burn-out faster than a popsicle melts in July, or we’ll show early signs of brain cell atrophy, and I’ll put us all on lock-down.
Hope as I do, I just don’t know if my biggest kid will navigate a new path into the kind of freedom that can’t be stolen away.
But we stand here at the edge of significant things, and I can’t help but feeling like our God who invented adventure and created community from a mash-up of the wonderfully weird has already written the story of this spectacular unknown.
God cares about our lives, the mountains and the molehills. He’s here with His party whistle, cheering us on.
As far as I’m concerned, Independence Day falls early this year. June 1st, to be exact.
I can’t wait to see what happens next.
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Bev @ Walking Well With God says
Shannan,
Your comment about legally being able to wear white takes me back to my childhood and my mom’s fashion rules lol. But, on a more serious note, freedom can be exhilarating and it can also be scary. God continually draws us to new seasons that offer opportunity, change, potential. They can be exhilarating and a bit scary. If we go it with God, however, we don’t go it alone. Jumping into this new season of summer with you.
Blessings,
Bev
Flower Patch Farmgirl says
Yes, I think they say those rules don’t really exist even more, but who are “they” anyway? And what if they’re wrong??? 🙂
JeanneTakenaka says
Shannan, I loved your descriptions of summer freedom in your world. My guys were released into the slower pace of summer about a week and a half ago, but only yesterday did it begin to feel like summer here.
I have one boy who wants more freedom, and another who wants things to stay just the way they are now, structured, safe. I tend to be that way. Freedom sometimes scares me. But I love that, even with the inherent unknowns of freedom (and summer), God is with us, walking with us into each day, giving us courage to grow with Him.
I’m saying a prayer for your Robert today.
Deena Marie says
Dear Shannan, I’m excited for you, Robert and the rest of the kiddos. I too have a 19 year old son and though he didn’t have an ankle bracelet a shackle on his heart fell off this week. “God’s wakeup call.” Tell Robert that a mama in Northern California is praying for him. I pray right now thar you and your kiddos have a splendid summer. My heart is all watermellon, beachballs, hearts, chocolate cupcakes, and popsicles for you. Shalom
Flower Patch Farmgirl says
Oh, all of this just warms my heart up. Thank you so, and grateful your son is waking up to freedom, too. May we all do the same!
Stephanie says
Shannon im so happy for you and your son Robert! May God bless his path and may your lives be filled with Joy. In Jesus’ Name, Amen. Xo
Flower Patch Farmgirl says
Thank you for sharing in our excitement today!
Penny says
Shannan,
I hope and pray that Robert’s new found freedom will be everlasting. And you and your family have a positively wonderful summer.Thank-you for the enlightening post this June 1st.
Penny
Flower Patch Farmgirl says
Can’t thank you enough for keeping our boy in your prayers today.
Karrilee Aggett says
I just love your words and your heart, my friend!
Praying for you and us and freedom and summer unfolding… praying for Robert today – celebrating with y’all… release into the unknown is always a bit scary. Praying we all learn to lean into it rather than searching behind us for what we already know. May we learn new things, and walk in faith toward all the good that summer and this whole wild life offers us streaming like sand and light, shifting through His hands.
Flower Patch Farmgirl says
“May we learn new things.” YES!!!
Thank you so much, sweet friend.
Beth Williams says
Shannan,
Prayers for your oldest son Robert! I pray he will sense God and be able to handle his freedom. May God be with him and shower him with peace and contentment!
Loved your description of “freedom”. Summer is a time for slowing down and enjoying the longer days. Like summer–God puts us into different seasons. I’ve been in a season of waiting. Waiting to see if and when God will provide me with a different job. It has been a scary year plus for me, but I know God is with me and I have a peace about it!
I pray you all enjoy this summer time! Blessings 🙂
Flower Patch Farmgirl says
Thank you so much for offering this kindness to my family!
Wishing Summer blessings right back to you.
Kaitlin_Perceptions&Passions says
Praying also for Robert!!
Kaitlin_Perceptions&Passions says
This post gave me goosebumps! I am so thrilled for the new adventures for your family! I am expecting our fourth in September, so this summer will be spent with tiny day trips, nothing too exciting…but considering our children are 5,3,&1 “exciting” can be a bubble machine (I love that about them!). Cheers to summer!!
Penny says
Kaitlin,
Congratulations to you…..Sometimes the simpler the better ( my son still loves bubbles too).
Blessings to you and your family,
Penny
Kaitlin_Perceptions&Passions says
Who doesn’t love bubbles?
Disappointed says
Although I am happy to hear about your son’s freedom, I wanted to point out that the freedom that we are to celebrate Memorial Day is the freedom that we have due to the Veterans who gave their lives for us.
I’m very disappointed that the sacrifices that these hero’s are forgotten in your message. They are the true reason we have the ability to celebrate in this country.
Flower Patch Farmgirl says
I can see how mentioning Memorial Day in a post with the word “Freedom” in the title could create some confusion. Being well past Memorial Day, this post wasn’t about that particular day. My post was about celebrating the go-anywhere, do-what-you-want freedom of Summer, and as a child, the parade was always the signal that summer had officially begun. I apologize for the disconnect I inadvertently may have created. I’m a patriot-at-heart, proud of all the sacrifices our armed forces make for us to live protected and freely, and especially proud of my three uncles who served. 🙂
Tricia@ beautybwb.blogspot.com says
Shannan, thank you for being so transparent about your son and letting this community pray for him.
Flower Patch Farmgirl says
Thank you for welcoming my truth!
Susan G. says
So thankful God never gives up on us and we can have freedom every day! May God show you how to keep breathing deeply and give you His peace… Praying for Robert!
Blessings to you all!
Sharon says
This explains so much of how I’ve been feeling these last few weeks (my kiddos have been out of school for 3 weeks now). I have so many ideas of what I want this summer to look like – and yet I want it to be a time of going with the flow, too. Last week and a friend and her tiny baby moved in with us and will be here for much of the summer. We’re adjusting well to each other and I’m so thankful that we can share life so closely in this season. I appreciate what you wrote about the well-intentioned art journals. Very much like the huge books lists I have for all of us! I guess I need to walk ahead {breathing!} with my plans in place, but with wide open hands to whatever comes our way!