Written by Melissa Camara Wilkins
A couple of my friends have been talking about how few summers we have with our kids, and how to make the most of them.
I say helpful things, like, “oh,” and, “hmm,” and “Eighteen! It’s not a very big number, is it?” This is code for “this conversation is making me so anxious that I may break out in hives at any time.”
It’s not that I am trying not to notice how fast my kids are growing up (though that is probably true).
It’s just that there are so many good ways to spend a summer. Should we go for summer camp or summer reading? Block party or beach bonfire? Water slides or water balloons? Roller coasters or roller skates? Field trips or museum trips or road trips or trips to grandma’s house?
And if I skip it all in favor of free play, will the only thing my kids remember be how they sang “I’m bo-ored” all summer long?