I made a promise to myself at the beginning of the summer, much like the promises I’ve made dozens of times before.
This summer, while all three of my kids were home, I will be more present.
We will do less, but enjoy more.
We will spend more time together as a family, and darn it — it will be fun!!
Lofty goals, I now realize, but fast forward to the end of the summer, and we DID do less. I strongly believe it was because of this, we enjoyed MORE. The days seemed longer, yet more carefree. Together, we had lots of fun.
Want to know what we did?
We started staying home. Without all the commitments, and appointments, and plain old busy-ness we had time to live our lives, the way I’d always imagined them.
We brewed sun tea, made our own snow cones, and played scrabble outside.
We made a real knack out of it, Summer in our own backyard — lazing on our handmade picnic blanket (my first sewing project), holding lemonade taste tests, and reading stacks and stacks of library books while popping berries in our mouth.
We hunted for bugs, caught frogs, and danced in the rain.
We had lots of success inventing every flavor combination of homemade popsicles we could think of, and finding out just how fast they would melt in the Texas heat. I didn’t worry a bit when it dripped all over them, this sprinkler is my new best friend and has, on occasion, filled in for an evening bath
— hey why not, it’s summer!
And we only live once.
I plan to make the most of it, right here in my own backyard.