Tomorrow is the first day of school for my boys and summer is over just like that. I know, it’s still officially “summer.” It will be sunny and hot for several more weeks. But, when you’re a parent with school-age children, summer ends when the school bell rings.
I had big plans for this summer, like I always do. I vowed that this summer would be different, like I always do.
We would visit museums, the zoo, and other “educational” places.
We would go to the playground and the library at least once a week.
My boys would read for 20 minutes a day, every day.
They would practice all of their math skills from second grade.
We would introduce new, healthy foods for them to try every week.
We would spend every nice evening playing in the yard.
My boys would spend very little time playing video games.
This summer was going to be glorious!
Did all of that happen? Um, no. Did most of that happen? Nope. Did any of that happen? Maybe a little.
We went to the local science center once before school actually let out (does that count?).
We went to the playground once and the library three times (I think).
They read real books a little, but mostly video game instructions.
I forced them to do empty pages from last year’s math workbook a couple of times.
We introduced them to Slurpees.
Stupid mosquitoes kept us out of the yard a lot of evenings.
Video games were a daily occurrence.
Our summer didn’t go the way I planned. But our boys had fun. They did what they wanted to do most days and they were very happy. So I’m OK with that.
Our summer was good enough for us.