Tuesday, July 6, 2010

the opposite of overscheduling

Last summer, Fratellone, now age 9, was enrolled in tennis camp, golf lessons, swim lessons, boxing lessons, writing classes and some other programs here and there that I can't remember. This year, he's enrolled in a whopping zero programs.
He spends his days playing soccer outside in the alley with the neighborhood boys, creating robots and space vehicles with his legos, filling in World Cup stickers purchased at our local grocery store into his album, and reading, among many other things. He loves reading, and especially during the summer, when he doesn't have to fill in the dreaded reading log required as part of nightly homework during the school year.
The day starts with breakfast - which I actually love to prepare since during the school year I don't have time to do anything more labor intensive than cereal (and my breakfast is a tea which I drink on my way to work). Then we usually go to the pool when it opens, for family swim, returning home whereupon the baby naps and I try to find a moment to write. It's always a late lunch - together - the three of us, sitting down at the table, after which we head to do errands or take a trip to a museum or the local library, or even just a walk to the park. We rarely even use the car: it's parked in front of house, under a tree, and covered in bird poop.
Thank God that as a teacher, the summer is mine. If I were President, I would support a one month break for each and every parent to spend with their children. To be honest, I don't know who benefits more from our time spent together - my children or myself.
Childhood is so fleeting: there is an entire adulthood ahead of them where they'll have to balance work and home and everything else us moms and dads manage to fit into our days.  June, July and August are a blessing that I am so very thankful to have.   
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