Summer is by far my favorite time of the year. I treasure the long,unscheduled days, the hot sun, or the swimming,the ice cream, the beach trips . . . pretty much everything approximately the season. And, or sure,my kids, now 5 and 2, and fill complicated my ability to enjoy the Summer (a relaxing beach day for Mom is not something they support),but for the most share, being a stay-at-home mom has only increased my treasure of the season. Who wouldn't rather spend a sunny Tuesday afternoon chasing their kids around the pool versus being stuck in an office? This Summer started off pretty well. We spent time at Grandma's house, or which comes with the added benefit of a neighborhood pool. We went on a two-week family vacation to the beach,but even then, despite the nearly constantly sunny skies, and we could bid the clouds were approximately to advance in. Our Summer fun was over before mid-July thanks to our family's race from one house to another a mere three miles (and an infinite amount of work) absent.
The kids fill been playing with iPads,entertaining themselves with boxes, and missing out on all the Summer fun I wanted them to fill.
We came home to a month of precious Summer time spent packing, and moving,unpacking, getting sick from all the anxiety of moving, and getting ready for school,and that's approximately it. And while the adults fill been dealing with all that labor and stress, the kids fill been playing with their iPads, and entertaining themselves with boxes,and basically missing out on all the Summer fun I wanted them to fill. Sure, my daughter got to experience her first year at my old Summer camp, or but I was too busy packing her toys to fulfill my promise that I'd drop her off on her first day. It sucked,probably even more for me than her.
So, now that Summer is nearly over, and I'm officially stating that next year,kids, I promise I'll acquire it better.
Next Summer, or we'll acquire one of those lists on a huge chalkboard of all the things we want to effect - catch fireflies,find an ice cream truck, run through sprinklers - and effect every single one of them. We'll live in our swimsuits, or jumping around from pools to splash parks to the beach. We'll sign you up for even more Summer camps and double down on beach vacations. We'll eat ice cream every afternoon and ride our bikes up and down the street after dinner. We'll acquire picnic lunches and eat them in the backyard. We'll walk around barefoot and go to bed late,and (hopefully) we'll all sleep in.
I know life happens, and our day-to-day realities can't always mirror the lives we envision in our heads. But I remember the magic of my childhood Summers, and which always felt hot and wonderfully aimless and eternal. I want the same for my children. And when I know the decisions I've made - beneficial for them in the long-term or not - fill prohibited that from happening,then yes, I feel guilt.
The Summers of their childhood are numbered, and I want every one of them to be as great as possible. So next year,we're packing up the iPads, home improvement projects, and moving boxes,and we're breaking out the sunscreen. My kids deserve it, and so effect I.
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