The transition into the summer season has never been an easy one around this home. After the chaos and constant running around through the end of the school year, it seems we fall right into our first week exhausted and quite irritable. Spring does that. Through all the sports events, end of year performances and ceremonies, rounding up the school year with grade cards and parties…
The whirlwind dies down to a state of “what now?”
The wonderful reflection of the year, with all the marked celebrations and triumph of another year passing…slams into a crashing halt. The first few days with the kids home looks a bit like the calm after the storm. School papers everywhere, crafts and party supplies strewn about, well worn backpacks and lunchboxes, muddy shoes and library books scattered around the neglected house, as the kids wake early in the morning to ask for more.
More things to do.
More more more…
And as the bickering embarks and the whining of boredom bellows from my kids restlessness, I snap and plead and cater and holler and direct them to get to work in putting our lives back together again, during this monumental moment we have, before we roll into Summer. This bit of transition between the old norm and the new is where things usually crumble. Those few days where we realize the need for order and plans to be put in place is futile.
After that lull, filled with blurry days of ‘can’t get enough done’ and ‘find something to do while I get this done’… life somehow makes its way into the new summer structure filled with camps, sleepovers, pool outings, summer trips and outside gatherings.
I long to have that rest and recovery period every single year….
And it never happens.
Right then, anyway.
Now we are a few weeks into our summer norm, and things are finally starting to settle. The kids are finding their rhythm, and so am I. The papers are ‘almost’ put away, and crafts nicely ‘tucked in the trash’. The awards are saved and the pool passes bought. The camps begun and swim team off to a great start. New rules have been set, and chores solidified. Expectations are made and followed through, as my kids know that our family works as a unit to succeed.
Today, as I was walking the kids to camp,
I felt it.
I saw it swell in my kids’ spirits, as they rode their bikes with a squeal. And as the sun shined on this glorious summer morning, I finally felt the angst and push and pressure release.
After having a long heart to heart talk one late night with my kiddos, they shared their greatest wish for the summer…
To have more of me.
Oh. My.Mama. Heart.
Since then, I have established my boundaries with work, the ministries I serve and the friends I love; in order to wear my Summer Mom Hat. Priorities shift and change with each new season, and I am convicted and committed to wearing my mom hat with deliberate intention. As a SAHM, I must constantly contemplate my choices. I am blessed to have choices! And during the short summer months, I must focus on what matters most.
So if you call and I don’t answer, or write and I don’t read, if you want and I don’t give, or ask and not receive…
Please forgive me.
I’ll be busy wearing my Summer Mom Hat, and fulfilling the wishes of my beloved children.
I will be giving them more of me.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.
How do you work out time to be present in the summer with your kiddos?
By Chris Carter
Wife to Derek
Mom of two
SAHM (Stay at Home Mom)
1 Corinthains 13 Parenting Team Member