I have mixed feelings about Labor Day. As I jog in a Delaware beach resort, I feel a little sad. I had the opportunity to live with my college-age daughter for the summer. There were a few mother and daughter glitches, but I loved having her home. She packed and left for school this morning. It left me feeling empty.
Tourists are gone, vacancy signs appear and it is quiet. This used to be my favorite time at the beach before my children became school age. I fondly remember, when I stayed at the beach through most of the fall with my daughter (my husband came for long weekends).
A special memory involves my mother-in- law. We lived at the beach (at separate residences) for several weeks. My daughter needed a crib. We shopped for a crib and spent an evening assembling it. We talked, laughed and worked. It was a special time.
In a few years, my husband and I will be able to live at the beach for the fall, when my son goes to college. As much as I love fall at the shore, I am already sad that he will be gone. I never imagined the speed of time.
I look forward to the fall school and sports routine. It gets me back on track after a wonderful summer.