I have 12+ posts hanging out in my drafts folder that I’m not even feeling remotely inspired to complete at the moment.
I also desperately need to write. I need to put words on paper like a cranky child needs a protein snack and a two-hour nap. And for those non-parents reading…that is dire.
So here ya go:
~ I enjoyed many moments with my children this summer. Eight and seven-year-old boys are some of the most entertaining creatures on the planet. My kids made movies, created super-hero villains, drew pictures, made storyboards, came up with crazy character ideas. Piers and Wallace are inspiring and creative, and the only downside I see to these qualities is my fear about whether or not I can actually channel any of these skills while attempting to navigate and balance modern education expectations.
~ Swim team was a learning opportunity and I’m glad we all had the experience. I learned a lot about swimming as a sport, but most importantly, both kids improved their skills and had some fun in the process and MAYBE expended some of their excess energy, though that’s up for debate.
I was reminded that I am not like 75% of parents who have children in the age range of mine, which is fine as well as slightly disenchanting. And no, we will not be signing up for year-round swim team where elementary-aged kids swim before and after school everyday. HAVE YOU MET US? If it works for you, awesome sauce; we’ll cheer you on…from bed. See ya next summer…big maybe.
~ Wallace does not like camp — or any structured activity where he has to do what people tell him to do. He deals with school and conducts himself fairly well for the most part, but after about two days of any extracurricular activity, if things are not to his liking (and of course they never are because no one lets 7yos run things), he loses his shit. Here’s one of many Wallace-isms from Summer ’16:
“Swim meets are like parties except for when they tell you what to do…which is kind of a lot.”
He would have been perfectly happy hanging at the concession stand jacking himself up on popsicles and Air Heads. Screw competing and having to stay in one lane. What fun is that? Lesson learned.
The hard part, though, is that Piers needs more structure, is more competitive (and physically active), so to a degree, Wallace – as the younger sibling, has to get up and out the door. Because of this, we give him the option to participate and allow him (within reason and what’s logistically feasible) to choose what he wants to sign up for.
It seemed that regardless of what we were doing, one kid or the other was not happy. Most of our structured activities were at the beginning of summer, so Wallace had to go more when he wanted to stay home; Piers was happier but Wallace was cranky.
The second half of summer was less structured and we hung out close to home. Wallace was happier, but Piers was restless and missed going and doing and picked fights with Wallace for entertainment.
It’s a balancing act and one I’m working on accepting and figuring out as a mom to kids close in age, both strong-willed but vastly different personality-wise.
~ Piers broke his foot. Thank the stars and All Things Holy for removable boots, so it didn’t interfere too much with swimming, but it was definitely not easy for my active kiddo.
~ Wallace escaped from Tennis Camp — as in, the only way anyone knew he was gone was because I made an impromptu return to our house because I don’t like to do bathroom business in public places. I opened the front door and there he was — sitting in front of the television watching his favorite episode of Wild Kratts.
He REALLY begged to do this camp, and it was not super-intense as camps can be. Total recreation-league stuff & only two hours a day for five days. I will say that when I returned him to camp, the amazing instructors handled the entire situation very well and I received more followup than was necessary from multiple people within the camp organization. It wasn’t them — IT WAS US. MY PEOPLE DON’T LIKE TO BE BOXED IN…EVEN WHEN WE SIGN UP TO BE BOXED IN.
~ I went to visit a friend in Asheville (ALL BY MYSELF) over July 4th weekend. Totally recharging; It was so nice that I’ve scheduled another ladies’ getaway with three high school friends at Callaway Gardens this fall.
~ Lots of beach time. Lots of pool time. I’m so thankful for the abundance in my life and I remind myself of that frequently. Even when circumstances feel hard, there is SO much to be thankful for. One Sunday we spent the day at the beach as a family and by the time I finally parked myself on the sand, I wanted to feed Gil to the sharks and sneak my children into some other frazzled parents’ minivan. I had nothing but a blank notebook and an ink pen in my possession (full-on OLD SCHOOL), and I fumed and scribbled, and after five or so pages, I felt cleansed, and we had a good day. The ocean rehabilitated me as it always does!
~ I’m still standing. I even managed to retain my sense of humor. I’m calling it a win!
I hope to post more about what we read, watched, listened to, and other activities from summer in a future post. The kids are back in school and we’re looking forward to a great year. I’m catching my breath this week but hope to be back posting more regularly.
Thank you for following along even when I’m a spotty poster. I’m behind on replying to comments and haven’t been reading even my favorite blogs lately. I look forward to catching up soon and appreciate your patience.
Enough about me. I want to hear about you! Anything. Don’t be shy.
Here’s some inspiration:
What has your summer been like? When do your children (or YOU) go back to school? Did you travel? Work excessively? How’s the weather in your neck of the woods, as we say here in the Southern US?