08/04/2025
It’s not you … it’s August.
That feeling of not wanting it to end.
The quiet ache for summer to slow down,
like trying to hold water in your hands.
It’s the late sunsets that whisper
just a few more minutes,
the popsicle-sticky fingers,
and barefoot backyard adventures
you’re not quite ready to trade in for backpacks and bedtimes.
It’s those tears that keep welling up
when you weren’t expecting them.
The pit in your stomach
that time is moving on without asking if you’re ready.
It’s the worry and the wait.
The wondering if you did enough,
soaked up enough,
savored enough.
It’s the just one more—
one more day at the pool,
one more slow morning,
one more snuggle in the sunlight
before everything shifts again.
It’s the tug-of-war between
living in the now
and preparing for what’s next.
Those plans you know you need to make—
school supplies, calendars, routines—
but you can’t quite bring yourself to start.
Not yet.
Because you’re still watching them chase fireflies.
Still sipping coffee on the porch
while the morning is slow
and no one is rushing.
It’s not laziness.
It’s holding on.
To the freedom, the chaos, the closeness.
So if you feel off, a little stuck,
a bit behind or unusually sentimental—
you’re not alone.
It’s not you…
It’s August.
A beautiful, bittersweet in-between.
A gentle reminder that love lingers even as seasons change.
Words by Rebecca Be Brave Mom
Art and inspiration katiedraws IG
