I don’t do a lot of things in summer. I don’t do summer camps. I don’t do bucket lists. I don’t do schedules. Usually, I’m quite content to let summer find its own rhythm and roll on as it should. I want my kids summers to mirror my childhood summers as much as possible. Summertime was always my favorite time of the year and I loved that each day was a fresh page full of possibilities. I love the downtime and the feeling that I can do everything or do nothing.
Summer always seems to slip away quickly for me and before I know it, its August and I’m counting down the days till school is back in session. And while I don’t do bucket lists, I definitely want to live this summer intentionally.
I want to spend more time outside with my kids. I want lazy afternoons by the pool. I want to swim till the stars come out. I want to have breakfast for dinner and not worry too much about how many popsicles are eaten.
I want to say yes to the ice cream man. And yes to a last-minute trip to the boardwalk. I want to say yes to sleepovers and movie nights. I want to swim and laugh and jump in the pool “one more time”.
I want to sip coffee by the pool and push the kids on the swings. I want to hand out popsicles to the neighborhood kids while drinking sangria with my bestie.
I want lazy days where we stay in our pajamas and watch movies and get lost in a book. I want puzzles and Legos and board games.
I want to dine on the water and visit beach bars. I want to go paddleboarding and sit on the beach till the sunsets.
I want to put my kids to bed on time because they need it and bedtime doesn’t get a summer vacation. I want to sit in my backyard with the fire lit and sip a good glass of rose.
I want to relax and enjoy and savor the summer. I keep seeing this meme about how you only get 18 “delicious summers” with your kids. And while that might be perspective, I don’t want to lose the intention of enjoying every bit of this one.
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