It's the official first day of summer.
Summer Solstice.
One of those "These are a few of my favorite things" things. (Yes, that was sung in my head with Maria Von Trapp's voice)
All the younger mothers in the office are wrapping up completed school years for their children. As a parent, I remember the pain of the constant running the last few weeks of school. I was near frantic trying to get everything and everybody everywhere in too less time. I couldn't wait until The Boy was done and actually on summer break.
After all the hens stop clucking about the running around, we eventually reminisce.
I always chuckle when I think about end of school days. The last week of school was probably one of the best weeks for me. And I was always convinced that if I had or had not done "x = whatever I deemed important at the time" I probably would have liked school better that year. I would actually be a little sad that I wasn't going to see these kids every day for 3 whole months. The last day of school being the hardest. I would walk home and the town seemed desolate already.
But then I'd wake up the first day of vacation and think, "Wait a minute - I hated school. What was my damage yesterday?" I would then go on about my business for the rest of the summer. I wouldn't give a fig about school and completely blank the 1st day of school date. Who cares? I was on vacation.
Can I tell you I miss those days?
I'd love to wake up not knowing the date and not caring about it. (without Alzheimer's). I'd love to NOT have an agenda. Maybe I'd ride my bike to the beach or roller skate around the neighborhood. Maybe I'd take the afternoon to pick lemons and pomegranates and snack on them until my fingers and lips were fuscia. Maybe I'd float in an inner tube on the lake or read a book on the dock.
Either way, I'm pretty sure I need to play the lotto to get that kind of vacation - but I think I could handle it.
