As a kid, I still remember the magical feelings that stirred up around the start of summer break. The anticipation of two and a half months of freedom felt like a potential eternity of freeze pops, sleepovers, family vacations and lemonade stands. Scorching hot days spent living in your bathing suit and peaceful, dreamy nights camping under the stars.
My oldest son just finished kindergarten and as the school year wound down I was pumped for summer. More than ready for moments like this:
I was simply going to crush it this summer. Freedom from The Schedule and the forecast of warm weather gave me visions of waking my kids up each morning by pulling back the curtains in their neatly organized room. With the sun streaming in, a hot cup of coffee in hand and a smile on my face I would announce the summer-y activity for the day. Their sleepy eyes would light up and we’d inevitably break into a dance party followed by a pillow fight, lived out in slow motion and forever engrained in their little minds.
“Wasn’t Mom awesome during the summer of 2015?” they would say to each other in 20 years.
Yes, kids. Yes I was.