
Well, here we are. Summer vacation. It’s always such a busload of expectations, isn’t it? There’s more to this season than just a pleasant change in the weather, I tell you. It
means something. The school year, with all its frustrations and challenges, simply ends. No more pencils, no more books. The routine we were slave to all those months simply evaporates, with only a vague sense of “to be continued” hovering all the way over there in September. There’s a sense of closure, accomplishment, and escape, coupled with the slightest foreboding of new challenges.
Summer vacation is a universal transition, second only to New Year’s Eve. And while there’s no such thing as official Summer Resolutions, there might as well be. Think about it. We approach this season with
goals in mind, whether it’s summer reading lists or an itinerary of day trips. We’ve got all that free time looming ahead of us, and we’re compelled to fill every corner of it with something productive. What’s up with that? Puritan work ethic? Keeping up with the Joneses? Fear of boredom?
I never thought I’d be one of those parents who’s hauling out the summer camp brochures in March. I was wrong. These last two summers, I had The Boy booked practically straight through – science camp, zoo camp, gardening camp, soccer camp, weekly playdates with his preschool friends, an
ill-fated beach trip, and our annual Big East Coast Family Visit. Empty weeks on the calendar made me nervous. It was a big departure from the laid-back-attachment-mama thing I’d been going for, but I had my reasons. Sometimes, an entire summer of spontaneity can be a beautiful thing. Sometimes . . . not so much.
My first few summers as a parent were pure magic. We just floated from one thing to the next – strolls through the local farmer’s market, long afternoons at the beach or the public wading pool. But then I had another baby, The Boy was three, and suddenly we weren’t so seamlessly mobile anymore. Action-packed mornings on the playground were a thing of the past. It took
forever to get out of the house, and when we did finally get to the playground, more often than not The Boy would huddle in my lap asking to go home. The beach was tricky, too, keeping the baby content while making sure The Boy didn’t stomp on other kids’ sandcastles or run off into the surf. (Turns out you
can breastfeed a baby while chasing down a three-year-old, although I and your fellow beach-goers don’t recommend it.)
In retrospect, I think what we really could have used were some friends. I did make a few attempts to get together with other families. But conflicting schedules often got in the way, not to mention my own shyness and tendency to isolate when I’m feeling overwhelmed. So, that summer became a cautionary tale for me as I vowed that next year I would
plan! And plan, I did.
It wasn’t such a bad thing, having every week on the calendar accounted for. The Boy had fun, made some friends, learned some random facts, and kept a steady flow of crafts coming into the house. But this summer, I think we’re all ready to scale back a little. He’s just finishing up his first year of full-day elementary school, and I’ve got to admit . . . I’ve kind of missed having the little guy around. I know his sister has, too. So, ready or not, here comes another spontaneous summer.
Well . . . not
entirely spontaneous. There are a few Summer Resolutions in place. I'm determined to get them together with their friends more often – and to get
myself together with some friends, too. Both kids are doing a few weeks at a co-op day camp, headed up by
Teacher Tom and a dedicated bunch of parents. The Big East Coast Family Visit is on. The Boy actually wants to practice math and work on some books this summer (working titles:
Attack of the Killer Brain and
The Thirsty Radish.). Getting out of the house is still a challenge, but home isn’t such a bad place to be if we get stuck. We’ve got a playroom full of Legos and a backyard full of stomp rockets, after all. And, if all else fails, there’s always my favorite backyard game of Give One Kid a Hose and the Other Kid an Umbrella. I think we’re going to be okay.

And how about you? What are
your Summer Resolutions?
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