The dog days around the corner
Last summer I was so impressed with a post from Kerry Bogert about all the fun things she had planned for her kids … never mind that she produces copious amounts of beautiful beads, a regular blog (http://www.kabsconcepts.blogspot.com), and a steady stream of top-notch book content. Every week for 8 solid weeks that family was going to have a theme, and everything sounded so very fun. Unfortunately for my kids, I’m not that kind of mom. Not only do my creative efforts seem to follow some very obvious fits and starts, my ability to plan anything beyond the occasional play date leaves much to be desired in the parenting category.
I try to reconcile that fact by considering myself spontaneous and funny, the kind of mom who would pack all the kids into a station wagon and head for the city, a place where I could introduce them to various ethnic foods, museums and film festivals … in my best aspirational moments I would be the adventurous, athletic mom who rises at dawn for a quick jog around the neighborhood and returns energized and refreshed, able to pack a picnic basket full of food before the kids are even out of bed so we can spend a day at the beach (even though we’re several hours from the shore) … I would even have the foresight to pack a bottle of vinegar (in case of jellyfish stings) and muster enough enthusiasm to play license plate bingo on the long drive to get there.
But the real truth is I’m the sort of mom who has trouble thinking that far ahead. Most mornings I’m more likely to be found in front of a computer or muttering to myself at a craft table … around noon, if we’re lucky, we might head to the pool where I’ll spend most of my time reading a book on the sidelines … and as soon as we’re back home the adventure continues when I slip into a favorite pair of shorts and enjoy a vodka tonic on the deck before grilling dinner.
Fortunately, my kids (for the most part) seem to like the mom they have. I think the disconnect is just a short circuit in my own head when I get stuck in a moment, realizing how incredibly fast these summers go by and how quickly they’re growing up. Of course, I’ll never be able to fix THAT, so maybe I should learn to relax a little and let them do some of the planning instead. After all, they’re much more creative than I am at this point, and there is also some weird little part of my brain thinks maybe it’s OK for them to start thinking about taking care of me once and a while, too. So let the dog days descend upon us. I’m ready! WOOF!