Labour day weekend marks the official end of summer for me. In Edmonton, it starts to feel
like fall is in the air some time after the middle of August. This year it seemed like Fall came
earlier than ever.
I heard somewhere recently that it’s a good idea to buy school supplies at the end of summer, even when school is a distant memory - I mean, wasn’t that the best part of starting a new school year? That, and the new clothes. September is in my top 3 favourite months, along with May and December. Something about the quality of the light, and the air. And, hopefully, some last, beautiful, warm days that start out cold and end cold, But that middle part - glorious! Fall is new beginnings, pumpkin spice everything, soup, apples, comfort food, walks in the ravine to see what the beavers are up to, getting organized for the more productive time until next summer comes again, with it’s Festivals and party like nature.
Every once in a while I re-read this poem my son wrote to honour my parents at their 80th birthday party. Every time I read it it is with new eyes. Today I am thinking about the word legacy, and what that means. My parents are aging and I am facing my own aging and what it means - "To whom much is given, much is required." My parents have given so much to me, to my children, to others. Watching them, appreciating the many sacrifices they made for us, I am inspired by the legacy they are leaving.
Brene Brown has said that the research has shown that who we are as people has far more influence on our children than any of our parenting methods. So I had it wrong all those years of trying to be the perfect parent. Of failing to be the perfect parent, actually. And I have learned far more from my parents than from anything they have tried to teach me, just by watching them.
Some of the seeds that were planted years ago when my mom dragged me along to the Nursing Homes to sing to people, when...