I remember my mother telling me about waiting on the playground on the last day of elementary school. She would hear a few mothers moaning about how they had to “deal” with their kids for the whole summer. I remember my mother telling me how she did not understand these mothers, as she was excited about what she was going to do with us for the summer. And it’s true; my mother did a lot with us. She took us to the library, trips to the city, friends’ houses, swimming lessons and the list goes on. I never really understood exactly what she meant until today. I knew she enjoyed her time with us, but I never understood how annoying those other mothers were until now.
I went to pick up pizza at our local pizzeria and there were two women ahead of me waiting for their orders. It was obvious that these women knew each other. I overheard the one woman say to the other, “Julie is in camp till the end of July. Thank God. I have no idea what I am going to do with her in August.” That was followed by an exasperated sigh. The other woman was nodding in agreement and replied, “I know exactly what you mean.”
The problem is I do not know what they mean. Without fail everyday Liam and Ava try my patience, they get into fights with each other, and have standoffs with my husband and I; and yet I would not trade it for the world. I go back to work in a week and half and I am half looking forward to it and half not. Since my husband is home for the summer (he is a teacher) we have been jam packing our days with family “funness” before I have to go back. I don’t understand these women’s sentiments especially since I have been accused (and rightfully so) of jam packing our days too much. I just want to do so much with them and I feel like there is not enough time.
I am not trying to be preachy or anything like that. I know I am not perfect by any means. I guess it comes from one fear that I have, which is when I look back in twenty years I don’t want to say I wish I had ….but instead say I’m glad I did.