School is almost out here and I’m counting down the days even more than my kids are.
I know, I know, I’m supposed to groan about the kids being home from school all summer and how they will drive me crazy or else my relatable-mom-card gets yanked, right? But, hear me out.
When my kids were younger, with only one or even two in preschool, their time in school was like a lifesaver. It gave me a tiny little break where I only had one or two little ones at home, instead of three. It helped establish routines in our house. School gave my kids a break from each other.
I remember the relief I felt when my oldest, at 3, went to preschool two mornings a week, my youngest(at 3 months) napped during those hours, and I had a break with just a 2 year old to entertain.
When school was out for the summer, that meant that it was non-stop, the kids are my responsibility all day long, they don’t get a break from each other at all. They weren’t old enough to send outside alone. Camps and activities like that were rare for their age groups or required a parent to be there. Playdates involved other adults being there. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them for a second because they just weren’t old enough for that type of responsibility. It was just mom-mom-mom-mom-mooooom all day long.
Add in working from home during that time and I was counting down until they were back in school, even if it were just for a few hours, a few times a week.
So, while they were adorable(seriously, look at those little cuties!), and there are times I look at my boys now and miss the tiny little boys they used to be, summers were way more exhausting back then.
Now, though. My boys are 9, 8, and 6. And I’m just ready for the break the summer gives us. No having to get them up and out the door at a certain time. No nights of trying to get homework done around our soccer or basketball or running practices. No having to plot when we’d have free time since school and sports take up so much of the calendar. We can be more spontaneous.
And at their ages, my boys are able to do a lot on their own. They can play out in the backyard or on their devices while I get my work done. They go to camps, they go to friends’ houses, they have friends over. We can head to the park or the pool and I know they’ll stick with me, they won’t run off. Our summers are more laid-back now.
My boys are busy. But with less of a schedule and no need for me keep that tight grip on all three at all times(they’ll still hold my hand, but because they want to, not because they have to). I can relax more.
It’s not to say that I hated the summers when they were little. I spent the past hour looking through pictures from the first summer that I had all three and I teared up quite a bit, looking back at how they’ve changed. But yes, those summers weren’t the easy-peasy that I had always associated with the summer feeling.
And maybe because I looked back at those pictures, how small they were, and realized just how fast it all goes. And I want to soak up these moments when my boys are just mine. When I don’t have to send them off to school or anywhere else if I don’t want to. When they still want to spend a lot of time with their mom.
This doesn’t mean I won’t be ready to send them back to school this fall, but it does mean I’m not dreading the summer.
Are you looking forward to summer or dreading it?
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