Every summer I fall even more in love with my kids. It's crazy hectic and messy (especially the first few weeks) and there's no break from the noise with everyone at home, but each time summer rolls around, without fail, we establish a great routine of just being together.
And then I cry when the school year starts because I miss everyone so much!
I'm a mother who (partly, I'll admit for selfish reasons) doesn't commit to much. I never overextend us. Sometimes I worry if my kids are missing out on ballet/swim/acting/dancing/crafting camp? There are all these completely awesome camps today! (Maybe next year?)
But in the end, I honestly couldn't handle trucking them from event to event and besides I think I would miss them being gone the whole summer.
Instead we live lives full of small adventures both indoors and out but all are close to home.
There are times when I become more adventurous and we take a trip to a new place for the day, but for the most part, we seem to find peace and wonder in all the small corners of our "yard" and of our home.
Isn't that okay too?
And surprisingly for a big family, while there are certainly moments when it is totally bonkers, life is pretty peaceful. As long as my kids don't eat lots of candy, that is!
So, I won't apologize anymore for it--and in fact--maybe I'm onto something here? Perhaps our world is becoming too fast paced? Maybe we're forgetting that the best things in life are often found when nothing is going on and we don't try to do too much? Maybe the best thing about summer is the surprise we find when we aren't even looking?
I don't know. And I certainly don't have all the answers, but that's what seems to work for us. But who knows? Maybe next summer we'll try something new? After all, that's the beauty of our freedom, isn't it? That we can pursue what makes us happy.
Today for us, happiness is just in being.