This is the first week of Summer break for the boys and I must admit as much as I look forward to it, I also dread the never ending cycle of finding ways to entertain them for 6 very long weeks. I try to get them out of the house most days to avoid the constant battles between them that boredom often brings. But unfortunately in England, with its glorious sunshine, also comes downpours of rain which make it difficult some weeks. But Im trying to remind myself that these little bouts of time I get with them, no matter how difficult they sometimes prove to be are always my favourite times. Where we can kick around barefoot most days, enjoy lazy mornings making pancakes and overall, lap up the freedom that no plans, no schedules bring. The long summer days force me to slow my own pace. They force me to put the lists of everything I need to do to one side and allow the day to swallow us whole. I try to remind myself that my little boys aren’t going to be little forever and sooner than I think, they will disappear off with their friends and I will look back at these times with heartbreaking envy. So for now, Im just trying to bask in the warm sun and funny conversations, encourage their wild imaginations and hold them as often as I can. And amongst the chaos of it all, between the half eaten sandwiches and tantrums, Im just trying to keep my cool, take summer in my stride and remember what it was like as a kid…There was no better time in the world than Summer.
