When my kids were younger, their summer vacation used to just wipe me out! Hockey camp. Theatre camp. Music lessons. Enrichment classes. Swimming lessons. The driving, alone, could send a mom over the edge! Add to that the incessant "Moooooooooom. . . can I have a popsicle?" "Mooooooooom. . . do we have any spare 2x4s?" "Moooooooooom. . .can me and 24 of my friends make an obstacle course for our bikes through our yard? It'd be really cool. And we'd pick up." Although we had a lot of fun, I was always one of those moms dancing a jig when the school bus drove off on the first day of school!
Now, their summer vacations look a lot different. They manage their own schedules and activities. They have their own cars. I'm involved -- but only on the periphery. They do, though, tend to take over my "space." I might wander in to my kitchen to find that. . .
someone feels like pancakes. . .
or . . .
that we now have a fish! Meet Mr. Bent (he's a bit misshapen. . .). He'll be going back to school with Erin in a month (if he survives).
Yesterday, I discovered Brian and his girlfriend making salsa in my kitchen!
"Moooooooom. . . do we have any sharp knives?" "Moooooooom. . . how do you cut garlic?"
Yep, the summer is different now, with older kids. I get used to their goofy schedules, the tones their phones make when they receive text messages, the explosive sound of Call of Duty 4 resonating from the Xbox in the basement. I'm delighted to have them home; to be part of their lives; to have us all together - as a family - for at least another summer.
And - bonus - I get really great salsa, too!