I wouldn’t recommend taking a trip to DC during the 4th of July holiday. Whoa, the crowds and heightened security. We didn’t really think it through and missed all the fireworks that we had planned on seeing. We decided not to stick around for the big display at the National Mall, and instead waited for fireworks that was planned for the end of a minor league baseball game near my cousin’s house where we were staying. The thing is, you never quite know when a baseball game might end. Of course this one went extra innings…and it kept going…and going…until we finally gave up at 10:30 when thick fog started rolling in. No fireworks this year, but it was a great holiday weekend just the same (by the way, do go here if you ever get a chance).
This summer feels different. Busier, hectic.
The entire month of July is booked solid. The kids are in camp every day for 6 weeks because of the job, and since camp is longer than school hours, their days are full. They’re having the best time, but I do miss sleeping in on mornings and lazy days at home for week-long stretches at a time. Picnics in the park. Zooming around the neighborhood in scooters. Running through playground sprinklers to cool off. Trips to the museum, just me and the girls. How did these simple summer pleasures already become a thing of the past?
It used to be that time slowed down in the summer, partly because of unstructured days (and let’s face it, a little boredom), but this summer we wake up each morning and pack swim suits and lunches and rush out the door, often to humidity and heat that envelops us as we make our way through the neighborhood. And when I get back, I head right to work.
The big change that’s different this year? Independence for our new middle schooler. I thought I’d be a bit more nervous letting her walk to and from camp by herself every day, but the thing that I thought would be a big deal turned out to be a non-event. As it should be. And this is how we start letting go.