I remember when I was a kid â€“ the summertime was so magical. No homework, project deadlines and no alarm going off at 6 a.m. I try to remember that now as the kids slow down (sloth speed) on their chores and get out of routine.
But it’s hard for me. I love routine and its cousin, structure. I thrive on both because of my depression and anxiety. The summers are always hard because thereâ€™s such disruption to my day as well as vacations and road trips to see my family in Dallas. Even though I enjoy those things, itâ€™s still hard, and I try to cling to routine where I can. I think it’s the uncertainty that gets me â€” I hate not knowing but with routine I always (almost always) know what’s going to happen and when.
I find myself getting mad about missed chores, Isla sleeping in late in the morning and later bedtimes. I snap at the kids and even my husband, who doesnâ€™t run as tight a ship as I (who are we kidding, our ship’s not that tight), but then reality hits me right in the face. This is Islaâ€™s last summer before starting â€œreal school.â€ Sheâ€™s about to start Windsor Park where she doesnâ€™t know the teachers or students. Sheâ€™s been lucky with JCC, itâ€™s been a second home to her. But next week, sheâ€™ll need to wake up earlier, stay at school longer, abide by a dress code and more. Itâ€™s going to be an adjustment to say the least.
Then I hear the voice in my head say, let them be little.
So I do.
On the weekends, we stay in the pool on Sunday afternoons until our fingers prune. We float on flamingo floats, sunbathe on a giant unicorn or pretend weâ€™re mermaids. We eat brunch at the Yacht Club, eating more of the chocolate muffins in the breadbasket than our order. We have movie nights where we buy sweets and make popcorn and attempt to watch a movie that never really gets watched. We have dance parties and stay in our pajamas all day.
We have fun because thatâ€™s what the summer is about in our house. Our kids are going to grow up no matter how much routine and structure fills their days. I just think we need to add a little fun to their days, too while we can. And a little magic.
What kid doesnâ€™t need a little magic? What ADULT doesnâ€™t need magic?
I know I do, especially right now as COVID cases climb once again. But I’m not too sad to see summer go. I’m looking forward to the fall months, using new fall decorations for the house, buying Halloween costumes, making Thanksgiving dinner, the High Holy Days and more. I’m getting excited just thinking about it. But I won’t get too carried away. I’l enjoy the days of summer we have left as much as I can.
I hope your summer was good. Here’s to a wonderful (and healthy) fall.