Well there we were, plotting and planning the remaining days of the Break and someone dropped the bomb. Eager. Perky. Innocent. "So what kinds of things are you signing your kids up for this Summer?" Ummmm...uhhhh... "We're just having such a hard time deciding between soccer and dance camp because they overlap with play practice and swim lessons and art enrichment and, and, and...it's all so overwhelming." Well shit.
Am I overwhelmed by the number of summer options? Well, I wasn't before she asked that confidence crushing question. It's March. If this maternal administrative assistant is overwhelmed simply by the choices then how the hell is the kid going to feel when he gets his schedule in June?
Sometimes, actually a lot of the time, I have guilt about this. I have this
The truth is...it's me. I am simply not willing to spend my summer running from one activity to the next and keeping a calendar so I can remember who has what on which day. Am I squandering their opportunities? Perhaps. Missing out on a chance that my kid is the next female tennis phenom? I guess. Clipping her artistic wings by letting the deadline for art camp pass us by? Sigh... These children that are being groomed, grown, shaped, enriched, trained...they will most certainly evolve into extraordinary young people.
So where does that leave me and my kids? Actually, it doesn't leave us anywhere as far as I'm concerned. It puts us exactly where I meant to put us.
Our plans for the summer include a variety of very ordinary activities. Humdrum, commonplace time fillers like riding bikes on the street in front of our house and impromptu wagon parades with left over 4th of July streamers. Creating sandbox cities, chalk masterpieces on the driveway and spectacularly muddy pies complete with refugee earthworms. Running in the sprinkler, reading in the shade and eating pb&j sandwiches at the park (the one with the swings and the slide, not the roller coasters and the 40 story water feature.) How droll...how ordinary...
So if you have some extra ordinary children hanging around your house this summer, please bring them over to play with my girls. We'd be happy to share our rather mundane kind of fun. We'll kick ordinary red balls through ordinary goals made with sticks from the woods. We'll make ordinary art work with ordinary supplies. We'll get them wet with ordinary water...right from the hose.
What?! You don't have a fancy battery operated squirt gun with lights and a heat seeking tracking device? Don't worry, I have a stash of industrial sized spray bottles that work just as well AND they don't need to be refilled nearly as often. How extraordinary.