By: Michaelene Koskela
As parents we all tend to get absorbed into our school routines- the wake ups, after school practices, dance classes, recitals, and parent meetings. Yet we manage to handle the unexpected curve balls; a forgotten backpack, the last minute cupcake request or an unknown science project. At the end of the day, when the light switches off and the good nights are exchanged, we celebrate our problem solving abilities. While in them we do not fully absorb that the breeze of the school days are temporary.
Summer sneaks up on us. The last day of school we rejoice momentarily happy the auto pilot of school drop offs and pickups have a brief stay. However, we are now in our homes 24/7 with our little buttons of endless energy.
Your little buttons that dream of summer all winter with the same passion as Olaf sings.
“But sometimes I like to close my eyes, and imagine what it’d be like when summer does come
Bees a-buzzin’, kissable dandelion fuzz
And I’ll be doin’ whatever snow does in summerrrrrr
A drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand
Probably getting gorgeously tanned in summerrrrr
I’ll finally see a summer breeze, blow away a winter storm
And find out what happens to solid water when it gets warm!
And I can’t wait to see, what my buddies all think of me
Just imagine how much cooler I’ll be in summerrrrrr
Da da, da doo, a bubba bubba boo
The hot and the cold are both so intense
Put them together it just makes sense!
Rata ta ta dada dada da doo
Winter’s a good time to stay in and cuddle
But put me in summer and I’ll be a happy snowman!
When life gets rough, I like to hold on to my dream
Relaxing in the summer sun, just lettin’ off steam
Oh the sky would be blue, and you guys’ll be there too
When I finally do what frozen things do in summerrrrrrr.”
This excitement day 1, canopies from the garage to the lawn, a kaleidoscope of beach toys, bubble machines, floatation devices, bean bag toss and unknown kite parts. The butterfly nets, the wiffle ball bats, bocce ball, croquet and twisted badminton rackets, scooters, bikes, is it possible that there can be more? Out come the skateboards, a hockey stick or two, you witness a game of Frisbee before the camping gear appears in a mound by the car. You see grins and giggles with cheers summer bring so much happiness and glee. You retire to your lawn chair, laptop in tow, because you are certain the offerings will provide hours of play.
Your eyes get adjusted to reading the screen and the shadows of the umbrella; you sip your iced tea, place it down and continue. Seconds later dirt smudged flushed sweaty faces appear, leaning into your space, trading sips of your tea.
The buttons of energy are no longer happy.
The buttons now wear scorns, arms are folded and in unison they exclaim. “I am bored!”
“Really.” Is all you can manage to say. Happy summerrrr parents, September is on its way!