Dog Days

It's summer time!  My favorite time of year!  School's out, pool's open!  We can sleep in and stay up late.  Vacations, stay-cations, campfires and s-mores, cold drinks, fireworks, ice cream and barbecues.

The most perfect time of year.  Almost.  If we were to rid ourselves of the bugs and humidity.  There's nothing like a big ole welting mosquito bite to make a momma REALLY grumpy, but here are some pictures that make it all worth it!

Picnics...

Pools and ice cream...

 Popsicles...

 Friends...

 Outdoor movies...

And this has just been the first week.  So glad to look forward to many more weeks of this!

Journal Writing

This is the fourth summer I've had my children write in a journal.  Their journals can be based on anything they want to write, but in the past it has usually just ended up to be about their day.

To keep Kyle interested in writing, and to keep up his typing skills, I've set him up with his own blog.  You can read it here.  He should post every other day, one day to write, the other day to type.  I'm sure he would love some feedback as well.

I gave the boys some story starters if they weren't interested in writing about their daily events and Lance is writing a hilarious story called, "The Law Against Smiling AKA the Annoying Frog."  I'll try to type it up on my blog when he's finished.  He also wants to bind it and send it to his teacher!

Yay for writing!!!!

Dear 16 Year-Old Me

My cousin just recently posted a video titled "Dear 16 Year-Old Me."  Although the video was amazing, an educational video about melanoma which you can see here, I expected it to be about something different.  With the posting of the video and a couple of other happenings throughout the day, I got to thinking about what I would tell myself at 16.

And would I listen?
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Dear 16 year-old me,

I'm not the wisest, the wealthiest, the prettiest, or the most perfect person on the planet, but there are some things I know for sure.

You're going to be okay.  Life is full of bumps and bruises, but it's the way you handle those little hiccups which determines how you wind up in the end.  Positive thinking, silver linings, and a lot of patience can get you through.  A bad thing doesn't always have to have a reason, but I bet you could find something good come out of it.

No matter where you go or who you're with, if you have compassion and integrity you will get far.

Everyone deserves love.  Unconditional, fall-to-your-knees love.  If the love you have doesn't fit into both of those two categories, run like the wind!  Seriously.  True love will come to you, don't settle.  

Don't settle for friends either.  There are billions of people in this world, someone who hurts you doesn't deserve to be in your life.

A sincere "sorry" takes a lot of practice.  Practice it.

Death is scary.  Grief will sink you to the ground, holding you hostage for a long time.  You may not think you can live without another person, but in time you will become comforted by your memories.  Allow yourself to mourn, but realize you must also live.

Have a passion, something that makes you *very* happy.  If you can't find one, keep looking!

Take risks, live your life to the fullest, accept challenges, and do you best.  Be gutsy.

Judging others is not a charming attribute.  Stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves.

Love,
39 1/2 year-old me

All Comes Together

It's the first Monday of summer break and we already have one at camp and two others asleep at 9:00.  It's raining so I'll let that pass.

Our chore charts are hung up on the fridge and journal pages are waiting for some thoughtful insights or creative stories from the boys.  I have high hopes!

Last week I was so full of anxiety, mainly worried over my graduating elementary boy.  Although I knew he was ready, I wondered if I was.  Another step closer to growing up, oh my!

But it's interesting how things all come together for me sometimes, or how my mind sifts through the good and the bad.

On the morning of the last day of school, Kyle won the Eagle Award at his school.  It's the only award of it's kind at the school, reserved for a student who stands out as a good citizen (and I'll just add good-looking and smarter than everyone else because this is my blog and I can make up stuff like that).  Our pride soared for Kyle and the wonderful comments from his teachers and our friends about Kyle and our parenting made it an even more special award.

And it got me to thinking about Kyle.  And how he's ready.  And how he's going to be just fine.  And how he's a great kid.  And we are fortunate to have him in our lives.

Because really, the one thing you want to do as a kid is grow up.  And really, the one thing you want as a parent is for your kid to be a good citizen.  Why should I worry about middle school when we both have what we want?

So as the fifth graders made their final walk through the halls of the school, high-fiving the younger students lining the halls, many of the moms were teary-eyed.  I thought I would be a blubbering fool, but I wasn't.  I was ready for this and so was Kyle.  It was all good.

Of course on the drive home, reflecting on the morning's award, Steve said, "If only he would keep his room clean."

I guess we can't have everything we want.

Summer and the End of an Era

Tomorrow is the last day of school and I'm distracted by the flow of emotions I'm experiencing.  My oldest, Kyle, is moving on to middle school and I'm about to have a heart attack coming to the reality of my little baby boy going into middle school and becoming one of those tweenagers (sic) I've lumped together in the "punk" category.  How can it be the little baby we were so overjoyed to have, who I sang "Puff the Magic Dragon" to until the wee hours of the night, who put the word "sha" after every words (Mommy-sha, Daddy-sha, bubble-sah, you get the drift) is bigger enough to sit me on his lap?

The end of the school year also brings such a sense of joy in my world.  My family is a bunch of sleeper-inners, so summer means no more dragging my boys out of bed and dealing with intense grumpiness (mine more so than theirs).  Pools, sunshine and friends.  Vacations and beaches.  Happy!

Summer is also the time when I need to be more diligent than ever to fine a way to find structure and discipline.  Chore charts and journals are just about finished to keep the kids more involved and less off the TV.  We'll see how it works.

In the meantime, tomorrow is the last day of school with an awards ceremony for the older grades and then the final walk down the halls for the 5th graders.  I will be a basket case and have asked my husband to take the day off to keep me standing.  It's not that I don't think Kyle will rock middle school, in fact quite the opposite.  Kyle is a fantastic kid with lots of friends and a great confidence I wish I had in middle school.  He makes me proud and I love him to bits.  Moving on to middle school is just a reminder to me of how fast children grow.  Time is flying and I need more reminders to take time to enjoy the moment.

The summer will kick off with a pizza party and outdoor movie with neighbors tomorrow night.  Can't wait!