Some mothers dread having their children out of school for the summer.
Not this one.
I didn’t want to send them back after spring break.
Yesterday was our last day of school, and let me just tell you how good it feels to be done.
I realize that it means lots of noise all day long and nonstop trips to the kitchen for something to eat.
(But, you see, with 3 preschoolers and a kindergartener, I already have that every day.)
What makes me jump for joy is that now I am free to do what is best for US, not what is best for someone else’s schedule, priorities, and so forth.
Sure, summer brings its own brand of busyness, but it’s the kind that allows us to do what meets our needs, and let everything else go. It means my little ones can nap until they wake up, not until it’s time to get in the car and pick someone up from somewhere.
It means I can quit accumulating hundreds of new freckles on the left side of my face simply by not being in the car for several hours every afternoon!
It means we can read until the book ends, play until it’s dark outside, work until the job is done, and generally experience good, old-fashioned childhood for a while.
Worth celebrating? YES!!!!
And let me tell you, as happy as the kids are, THE MOM IS EVEN HAPPIER!
(P.S. My daughter is wearing a skort, so any questionable views are of the shorts underneath, nothing more. Just so ya know.)