Fare thee well, Summer
The other day, I was out buying the last of the school items with the kids -- new pencil cases.
(But... don't the older two still have theirs from last year?
Why yes..., somewhere. Ahem.)
The cashier looked at me with gaggle of kiddos and said, "Well, you must be excited for their first day of school!" Because none of them would ever take in from that statement that I resent their presence, that we expect mothers to find being in their kids' company a chore.
Oh no, they're all too obtuse to clue into subtexts.
{Note: dripping irony. They're pretty intelligent children, and we have even had discussions on people's weird comments about them afterwards. Mostly it's been my attempt to thwart the damage stranger's rude observations may make.}
Here's the thing: normally I probably would have wanted to say "yes!"
I certainly was a bit burn out by summer last year. Me alone with four kids, including a very new newborn... ?!
September came and I was singing me some Handel's Messiah of the Hallelujah chorus variety.
(No offence, boys. I love you immensely. I was simply tired. Having babies does that to a woman. I do hope you read this before you ever decide to marry and have kids, to give you a taste of what your future wives' limitations may be. Also, future daughters-in-law, if you're out there, hi. I hope we can get along even though I'm a bit of a complainer and probably won't like your pot of stew as much as my own.)
But this year?
When the cashier asked me this, I was delighted to say quite honestly, "well I know the structure and routine of the school year will be good for them, but we've had such a wonderful summer that I'll be a bit sad to see it end."
(But... don't the older two still have theirs from last year?
Why yes..., somewhere. Ahem.)
The cashier looked at me with gaggle of kiddos and said, "Well, you must be excited for their first day of school!" Because none of them would ever take in from that statement that I resent their presence, that we expect mothers to find being in their kids' company a chore.
Oh no, they're all too obtuse to clue into subtexts.
{Note: dripping irony. They're pretty intelligent children, and we have even had discussions on people's weird comments about them afterwards. Mostly it's been my attempt to thwart the damage stranger's rude observations may make.}
Here's the thing: normally I probably would have wanted to say "yes!"
I certainly was a bit burn out by summer last year. Me alone with four kids, including a very new newborn... ?!
September came and I was singing me some Handel's Messiah of the Hallelujah chorus variety.
(No offence, boys. I love you immensely. I was simply tired. Having babies does that to a woman. I do hope you read this before you ever decide to marry and have kids, to give you a taste of what your future wives' limitations may be. Also, future daughters-in-law, if you're out there, hi. I hope we can get along even though I'm a bit of a complainer and probably won't like your pot of stew as much as my own.)
But this year?
When the cashier asked me this, I was delighted to say quite honestly, "well I know the structure and routine of the school year will be good for them, but we've had such a wonderful summer that I'll be a bit sad to see it end."
And I meant it!
Thinking back to our days at my in-law's cottage, kayaking in the day, roasting marshmallows at night, getting poured on at the Middle Musquodoboit Exhibition but the kids still cheering wildly about getting to go on rides, we were so happy.
Seeing my friends who I missed very much, what a treasure.
Days spent with my mom and Dad, going as a group to the Shubenacadie Wildlife Park, a wild water-fight between my Dad, my children and the children on his block, it was so memorable.
To think of it all, I just smile.
Until next summer, my beloved Maritimes:
We will carry these memories happily in our hearts.
I'm finding it hard to see summer go. Partly because the weather wasn't very summery and I don't feel like I've stockpiled enough sunshine to make it through winter. But, I also really find it sad to head back to the rhythm of the school year and the loss of the carefreeness of summer. I really do find it a magical time. It's actually quite similar to how I miss those days with the four oldest being just the four kids and all quite young. It all went by too fast, much too fast.
ReplyDeleteIt seems everything is going fast and faster for us, so I can imagine how more pronounced that would feel for a family who's children are older.
DeleteAs always, thanks for this reminder to enjoy them while they are little!
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