How did we get here?
Where did the time go?
How is it already the last weekend of summer?
I feel like I just picked the boys up from their last day of school. I blinked and lost months. I went to bed one night in May and woke up one morning in mid-August. Poof. Gone.
Seriously though, we packed so much fun into our summer break. I don’t regret any of the time I spent with my family. And I think the boys feel the same way.
We spent a lot of time together. As a family. We fished. We swam. We beached. We roadtripped. We roller coastered. We movied. We marshmallowed. We chilled. We read. We ice creamed. We star-gazed. And more. All together. And of course, as families do, we also got annoyed and argued and occasionally yelled at one another. But.
It was a good summer.
A great summer, even.
Now, with one weekend between us and a new year of schooling, we have some more time together to spend. There will be some camping and fishing. Some bike riding. More marshmallows. More stars. More laughter. And yes, more arguing. I’ll snap pictures, as I do. They’ll snap their own pictures, as they do. I figure we’ll even go to the pool on Monday afternoon, soaking up the last weekday of summer fun before we attend the back-to-school Open House that evening. Before we wake on Tuesday morning and begin settling back into our familiar routine.
I’m all for routine. Even our dog likes things to be routine. But this summer of slow-paced, no big deal, let’s run off on an adventure just because we can, sleep in because why not, stay up late because fireflies and stars, well, it felt new and perfect for who and where we were in life this year. It felt right and good.
In time, our school year routine will feel right and good as well, but it will also feel different. For even on those long, long days of summer when the boys argued and pushed all number of buttons, mine included, they were here in this space with me. They were mine, ours. While we feel lucky to send our kids off to spend their daytime hours with great teachers, we lose a lot of time, a lot of togetherness, a lot of so-called power over their days, what they do and hear, who they get to spend time with outside of our neighborhood.
Most of the time, these things turn out just fine. They meet new kids. They make friends. They laugh and learn and come home with stories to tell and happy smiles. And sometimes, like too many times last year, they experience things well beyond what a child should. I’m not looking forward to any issues of bullying or nastiness. I’m not looking forward to new testing now that the PARCC is (thankfully) no longer in Ohio. I’m not looking forward to the pressure placed upon these kiddos, to comfort a little dude who simply takes longer than 20 minutes to eat his lunch.
Of course, I will let them go and learn, both academically and socially. I will support them at home, both with their school work and the questions they bring home about those social struggles. We will help them make sense of whatever they need at the time. I’ll miss the complete flexibility of schedule, the ability to dart off to wherever we want whenever we want, but I’ll just work a little more diligently to plan some fun into the time we do have together.
But yes, I’m already looking forward to the first day of summer break on this last weekend of summer.