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My firstborn—the baby who made me a mom to begin with—is 19 years old. She finished her freshman year of college a couple months ago and is home for the summer. Her 20th summer, in fact.
 
I’ve used up every one plus one of the 18 summers I’ve been counseled are all I had with this child, who is technically no longer a child.
 
I understand the point of these “You get 18 summers with your kids” posts that circulate every summer. I truly do. They’re meant, wisely, to make us understand that even though the summer days can feel long, the summers themselves are short. They’re meant to make us savor the moments and appreciate them while we’re in them. 
 
But sometimes, I think they can also make moms feel panicked and frenzied and a little (or a lot) crazed.
 
We can start to feel like we have to build that sand castle now and play in the sprinklers now and drop every normal activity we had scheduled for the day now and head to the beach now and take gorgeous pictures of every moment of all of it . . . now. And these things are wonderful—but everything that’s good to do isn’t good to do right this minute, and everything that’s good to do in a summer isn’t necessarily good to do this summer. 
 
When I look at my mostly-grown daughter, I don’t see all I had; I see all I have.
 
I don’t see what was; I see what is.
 
I don’t see what I’ve lost; I see what I’ve gained.
 
It is true that from my vantage point in the middle of her 20th summer, I can look back over all the years and see the things I might have missed. I see days when we didn’t do anything worth taking a picture of. I see days when I didn’t set aside my housework to play. I see trips to the beach that never happened and ice cream flavors that never got sampled.
 
But so, so much more than what I missed, I see what my family and I hit. I see camping trips and doughnut sundaes and late nights watching movies with the sound of the peepers coming in through the open windows as background music. I see an impromptu trip to the lake with my teenager that she described on social media as one of her best days ever.
 
And even though I am well—WELL—past my own 18th summer, I can also see all the joys I’ve experienced with my mom since we used up that first batch of 18 together.
 
I see, just a few weeks ago, a trip to the beach when we ate a tower of onion rings, then walked along a lakeside path until we could justify eating ice cream. And we did it in the company my 20th-summer daughter, which felt like a bonus in every way, to all of us.
 
Oh, mama, if you’re in the middle of a first summer or an 18th summer or some summer in between, go ahead and squeeze the life out of it. Seize some of those summer-only moments. But I encourage you not to do it in worry over what you’re missing; do it in wonder over what you’re hitting. Don’t do it in fear over what you’re losing; do it in faith over what you’re gaining.
 
Because when you get to that 19th summer and beyond, I promise you’ll understand that what you’ve gained is something no number can put an end to. 
 
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Elizabeth Spencer

Elizabeth Spencer is mom to two daughters (one teen and one young adult) who regularly dispense love, affection, and brutally honest fashion advice. She writes about faith, food, and family (with some occasional funny thrown in) at Guilty Chocoholic Mama and avoids working on her 100-year-old farmhouse by spending time on Facebook and Twitter.

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