My kids are tanned, Silver Beach picnicked, and Michigan splash padded. My kids have been county fair wristbanded, tennis lessoned, golf course driven, been neighborhood bike ridden, and summer camp ziplined.
This summer,they've swam, fearless, to the faraway neighbor's bright yellow raft, and been picked up at the end of the pier for an impromputu water ski in a tricked out Mastercraft boat. They've been Dunes Lakeshore skim boarded, while warned repeatedly about the reality of rip currents. They've listened to, while sunscreen soaked into their reddening skin, why Lake Michigan is a killer, and why the very bluest water means it's scary deep, while the same lake's creamy turquoise means a friendly sandbar waits to be discovered, just below the water's surface.
This is why my blog stinks.
It's because of the kids.
This summer, I took a breath, didn't sweat my platform, or my klout, my Likes or my wordcount. Wait, that's not entirely, true; I did sweat my wordcount, a little. But it's okay. As we knew it would, summer would end (and it did). School is in. The 2gb card tucked into my digital camera, still full.
And now, I'm ready.