When Things Stay The Same

The water on the lake is still. The leaves begin to waken, fluttering good morning. The sun shines through the trees making the green look yellow. It’s quiet.

So many memories of this place are from when I was a child. I was the one sleeping in, waking up hours after the sun peeked hello. Giving my parents time to sip their coffee on the porch in peace. Now I am the one embracing the quiet of a new day with my coffee and a pen.

My kids are the ones stomping down the stairs with bedhead and sleepy grins. They spend the long days in their swimsuits, afternoons eating popsicles, looking for bugs, and slamming the same screen door I slammed a hundred times a day when I was 5. The loud thud of that old wood screen door is a comfortable and familiar sound of life at the cottage.

The days are so much the same as they were then. My kids are now the ones playing with reckless abandon while I try not to worry and just let them be. I still put on my swimsuit and dive in to splash and play. I will know I’ve started to take myself too seriously when I won’t get my hair wet.

The afternoons slide by, sometimes with naps on the porch other times with paint and swimming, reading books or hiking in the woods. Sometimes we even watch tv. Whatever it is, it’s always good because it’s here. The days are long, the moments fleeting. I’m here with my parents just as I was 28 years ago. They watched me and my brother jump off the same dock all day long. Now they watch me with my own kids. Making the same memories. Savoring the same slice of serenity. So much the same in this place where little ever changes.

I embrace change – the visible progress that remodeling brings. The excitement of a move, a new house, changes in me. But sometimes, at a place like this I am reminded how gorgeous sameness can be.

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