(Even though it’s not summer, technically. Do you fellow parents have that conversation more or less constantly with your kids? “Is it summer yet?” “Yeah, sure.” “But I thought summer didn’t start until later in June.” “Well, okay, that’s right. It’s not summer yet. It’s still spring.” “But aren’t we on summer vacation?”)
Our last day of school was May 24, but because of the chaos that was last week and my slow recovery from same, I really didn’t feel that it was summer (but you said that summer…SHHHHH) until today. With a vengeance.
And do you know what? I’m glad we decided against that basketball camp this week. They’ve got one coming up at the end of June to which they are really looking forward, but when I told them last week about the other one the parent of a friend had mentioned, neither hesitated in saying they’d pass. They knew they wanted a break from getting up early and getting in a schedule sort of mindset. And I’m super grateful that our lives are structured that we have the freedom to take off and spend the day riding the falls.
Well, some of us, at least. The other one of us gets to spend the day scolding Stop jumping on the rocks! They’re slippery! Which is not so relaxing.
But still. I’m grateful.