Summer is here. And while it seems to have come in a late and lack luster manner, it indeed has finally arrived.
And the same thing happened yesterday on Canada Day and three days before that and again two days before that. Yes summer is here.
Little brings me more joy than this. I know I’ve shared that before, but it remains so true. Hearing these kiddos be so carefree and jubilant in an unstructured setting. This is what summer is to me. Freedom from responsibility. Spontaneity. Days filled with an easy-ness that can never be replicated once they become adults.
But it’s not really as spontaneous as it all looks is it?
As a Mom, I used to be in the middle of it. Literally. I used to have to put on life jackets and be out in the pool with them, making sure they were safe, while at the same time suggesting games and playing with them.
But not anymore. Now I sit here completely removed from all their activity. They are growing up and they are on their own with their friends managing their days. They breeze in and out the door, fly to the basketball nets, race to the pool, meander downstairs to play air hockey or Xbox, plod to the kitchen to raid it for snacks … and I barely make an appearance, except to answer “Yes?” on the other side of a random yell of “MOM!!!!'”
I’m no longer centre stage. I’m no longer even pulling them into the spotlight. They are fully there, and I’m not even a supporting character like I may have been a couple years ago. I am but a prop master.
And you would think that would make me sad. But it doesn’t. Not in the least. Especially not on days like today.
Because the thing is, I set the stage.
I set the stage for all of this to happen for them. Blow up pool toys. Curse the one with holes. Go to Walmart. Buy new water volleyball. Take off cover. Turn on solar. Fix trampoline net. Change batteries in Xbox remotes. Shop for snacks. Double check with Moms or Dads to confirm plans are good to go. Make brownies (on the good days). Open a bag of Oreos (on the not so good ones). Clean the kitchen. Ask Mark find lost air hockey puck. Clean bathroom. Just close the other bathroom door. Pick up friends. Make supper. Put down extra seats in 4 runner. Drive them to movies. Pick them up. Wait until last friends father arrives.
No, I’m certainly not in the play anymore. But I’m so happy to still have a part behind the scenes. And while it’s a part they never truly see, I do know that they appreciate it. And I also know that someday all too soon, even that part will fade away and become something else.
So I’m sitting here, on the periphery, listening to these four amazing kiddos splash and play, and all I can think about it is how privileged I am to have played a small part in setting the stage for them to have this day.
For that, today, I am whispering thank you.