Even though it’s back-to-school time, I’ve been thinking about my summers growing up. When I was a kid the last day of school was epic. Knowing that I didn’t have to do homework or read textbooks or wake up early for a couple of months was the best feeling. I also felt excitement for the start of a new school year. Not necessarily the homework and early wake-up calls, but shopping for a few new outfits, picking out school supplies, learning who my teachers were – all of that mid-August fanfare.
My mom stayed at home for a big chunk of our school years, or at most worked part time. We were a modest middle-class family, happy and well provided for. Not a ton of frills, but that was fine with us. My older brother was wheelchair-bound, which is one of the main reasons my mom stayed at home when we were younger. But as we all got older we were more than capable of fending for ourselves when she went back to work part time.
I remember my summers as a kid, before I was old enough to have a part time job to keep me busy. The first week at home was a lot of sleeping in, watching TV, and running around outside with the neighborhood kids. We’d pop home and eat a sandwich, then head back out until dinner time when we’d return sweaty and dirty and exhausted. Some days my mom would drop me off at the neighborhood pool to meet up with friends, or stick me with my little brother if he was bored. There was always one week at the beach, a week of day camp like Vacation Bible School, or an overnight camp when we got older. It was fun and simple and got mind-numbingly boring by the time August rolled around.
Sometimes I find myself a little bummed that Junior won’t get to experience that kind of carefree summer. I work full time and don’t see an end in sight, so he won’t really have a chance to deviate from his regular school year schedule. He’ll still be up early so I can drop him off at daycare and he’ll stay there until I pick him up after work. When he gets older they call daycare “summer camp” since that’s pretty much what it is for the school-aged kids. Don’t get me wrong – it’s a fun environment with stuff planned every day and I’m grateful he’ll have the opportunity to be there. But there’s a part of me that wishes he could have a less scheduled summer, running around the neighborhood until dark, sleeping in, vegging out in front of the TV on a rainy day.
Admittedly, I’ve worked full time since Junior was 10 weeks old, and I really have no experience with that stay-at-home lifestyle. Would I be satisfied planning activities for my kids? Being the chauffeur? Hearing the griping when they’re bored at the end of the summer? I’m not sure. I have very fond memories of my summers at home and the bookends of excitement around summer’s start and summer’s end. Does my mom have the same fond memories? Hahaha maybe I should ask her… Any way you slice it, times are different now. We want more “stuff” which means we need more income. Even the kids who do stay home all summer are in so many activities. I’m not sure it’s even possible to recreate the summer vacations of the 80’s and 90’s. One day I’d like to give it a try though, even for just a little while.
Happy back-to-school season everyone. I can still remember the great feeling of satisfaction when I found the perfect Trapper Keeper and coordinating folders. Can you smell the vinyl? Can you hear the Velcro? I can…