Summer Unlove I wish I could say I love summer, because I really truly love the idea of summer: Slow, unscheduled days; smoky grills; water and heat; enjoying the light-filled evenings with friends....
But this is our third summer in America (as a family), and I have yet to sincerely love a single one. By the time fall finally arrives, I feel like I could cry. I'm exhausted. We don't fill our summers with activities and camps, and we've spent plenty of time with friends; so I'm still puzzled as to why this is. But it IS. I just don't like summer, at least summer beyond June.
This year I have a small garden, and it is helping me enjoy it a little more. And I'm intentionally watching my kids enjoy summer, which lightens my mood!
Like yesterday, when they filled up the $10 kiddie pool Shawn brought home last week: There was fighting and crying and plenty of laughing and happy screams too. And I focused on the moment rather than the overwhelming expansiveness of the season.
It helped a little.