Our last day of summer vacation. My kids argue that point. ”What about Saturday and Sunday, Mom?” In my mind they don’t count because my husband is home. Saturday and Sunday during the summer, look a lot like Saturday and Sunday in January.
Well, except the weather of course.
I was going to show you some snapshots of what we did. But in a coup for the kids, I locked my phone up in the car. I carried a blanket to sit on, Isaac brought a field guide to record what he saw, and Rebecca as always had a book. Margo picked up acorns and sticks and was disappointed that she had no pockets, and kept begging her big bro’ to help a little sister out.
It was a perfect afternoon. We found snail shells, cattails, ducks, a hawk, and lots of trails through the woods we hadn’t explored. For a while we just sat and listened to the crickets, drew pictures of what was around us, and spent time together disconnected from technology, but connected to each other.
It was a brief moment of perfection. Soon Margo was whining, Rebecca and Isaac were picking at each other, and I was left to maneuver them through the half mile trek back to the van. I managed to do it without throwing any of them into the lake. Although threats might have been made. By some other parent. Not me.
When I say it was a perfect afternoon, I don’t want you to gag, thinking we were skipping around belting out the refrain, The hills are alive, with the sound of music. . .” while your kids screamed all afternoon. If we sang it was more like, The hills are alive with the sound of kids getting on each others nerves. Luckily, they were easily distracted by the really cool things around us. I try to keep it real, but also appreciate the brief moments of awesomeness when they happen.
We made it back to the van in one piece, and even though the last 20 minutes were more typical of an afternoon in our house, I’m glad we had an hour of peace.
How did you celebrate the last afternoon of summer?