This week, I am participating in the Writers Workshop prompts over at Mama’s Loosin’ It. This week, the prompt I selected was:
A blog post inspired by the words: setting sun
For some time now, I have been fascinated with watching the sunset while on vacation in particular. I have many pictures of beautiful sunsets at sea on cruises and at my other favorite place, Hilton Head. As a kid, the setting sun meant something completely different to me than it does now. Our definitions change as we age.
When I was a kid, especially in the summer, the late setting sun meant it was time to come in for the evening. I usually was outside playing almost all day and used that as a guide for when it was time to head home. It still amazes me that I would go all over the neighborhood by myself. The only rule was that I had to be able to hear when my Mom yelled for me.
The setting sun, all those years ago, meant another day of fun had ended and tomorrow would be a new day of fun! To some degree, I still associate the setting sun with the ending of a fun day of vacation and new day of fun on the horizon.
Not only do I find the setting sun something of incredible beauty now as an adult, I see it as not just the end of a fun day, but the end of a day with another chance to do better tomorrow. I will often sit at Hilton Head and watch the fast setting sun and go through what went right that day, what could I have done better as a Mom, what could I do better tomorrow. It’s the beginning of another chance, another day, to improve. Another day to work on getting this mothering thing right. Another day to get done all I want to accomplish. It brings forth some hope when I see the sunset some nights, especially when I have had a rough day with the kids. It means they are asleep and I can breathe!
Of course, it was much simpler as a kid when it was time to go in and go to bed for the night. There wasn’t any reflection, no real world/adult problems to worry over and try to tackle, no critique of what I need to do better. I miss those simple days of childhood so much sometimes.