|Looking for the baby horses at Cal Poly|
Once everyone has completed their bit of lessons for the day, they either jump on the trampoline or watch a short little movie while I get dressed and finish up any other things around the house like starting bread to rise or getting laundry loaded/switched. Nathan usually is up before long (with a full house of kids it's hard for him to get a super long nap) and then we are off on some sort of outing or errand.
I love this pace. It's so wonderful. It's free. It's "scheduled" yet, feels unscheduled. It's not hurried. And it's refreshing.
However, too much of this life won't work for me either. There is something to summer being a season. It's restful. But when August rolls around, I am usually ready to start the year again. Ready to put away the long, lazy days outside and exchange them for chillier weather, the holidays and the pressure of school (good kind of pressure that is).
|They're all staring into the sun so no smiles...ha!|
So I have been thinking about the seasons. How will my kids remember summer? Full of activity? Excess extras? Or just fun stuff like camping, playing outside all day, the pool and sometimes the beach (truth be told, I am horrible at getting my poor children to the beach and we only live 20 minutes away...I know it's pathetic...it's cleaning everyone up afterward by myself that is daunting; being there is great...when I don't have a baby someday, it'll be better). I think that's how I want them to remember it...a muddled mess of math/cursive workbooks, mud, watering the garden, reading good books out loud, running to the store and getting a cookie from the bakery, and just all being together. I love having them all home!
It's full. It's active. It's bursting!
Summer is the perfect amount of rest needed to get through the rigors of life coming later in the year.
Summertime and the living is easy....sing it Ella!!