Today is the last day of school for my kids. I’m utterly overwhelmed by the entire concept of “summer.” I know it’s not exactly a fresh take to ruminate on how differently we feel about summer break when we’re children compared to when we are adults with children of our own. That’s not what’s gripped my imagination.
I want to fill these months with life and experience. I want to provide my children with opportunities for joy, to delight in simple pleasures, and connect. All of us need a moment to breathe and feed our souls. It’s been a rough year for us.
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure how to accomplish that. Especially with the constraints of our nonexistent budget. We will make do with what we have, but I want to push ourselves.
Some readers may recall my keening wails about the unending despair that was winter. A part of me honestly believed that the winter would never end. I was legitimately startled to be reminded that spring would eventually arrive.
I need to be reminded that there is more to life than churning teeth of the news cycle. That people can be kind and peaceful.
For now, I’m still gathering my thoughts, searching for ideas. But I am determined to unplug. At least a little. Just enough to reconnect with the universe.
Being outside now, with the sun beating down on us, it feels like we have recovered life. Even if we spend our summer splashing around the pool in the back yard, and never make it on a proper adventure, I will be happy.