I’m the kind of tired that only comes with the summertime.
From a day spent out in the sunshine, the humidity draining while I’m not paying attention.
Maybe it’s from a day spent splashing in the pool, or digging in the sand at the beach and jumping waves. It could be from running the kids here and there to summer activities. It could be that the most energetic thing I did all day was to walk to the mailbox while the rest of the day I read on the porch while the boys ran around the yard and neighborhood. Or even from one of those scorching days when the heat smacks you in the face as soon as you open the front door, so you decided to stay inside, watching movies and playing board games.
It’s a satisfying kind of tired. From a day well spent.
They’re all days well spent.
I’m not concerned about what kind of summer my boys are having. Whether it’s an old fashioned carefree kind of summer or a scheduled summer.
Sometimes they’re at camp. Other times they’re making up some crazy game out in the backyard. They’re going to some sports practices but they’re also have lazy days. We go to the pool or we stay at home and have watergun fights and slip and slide races. They read and do some summer workbooks and then they play video games.
We swing from one kind of summer to another, depending on the day, on what we feel like doing, on what the weather is like, on what it seems everyone needs, on how tired we are, on the flip of a coin.
But at the end of every day, we fall asleep quickly because of that summer tired. I close my eyes, satisfied that we had a good day and that the next one will be a good one, too.