{"id":3789,"date":"2016-08-19T00:01:38","date_gmt":"2016-08-19T06:01:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.mops.org\/?p=3789"},"modified":"2016-08-19T00:01:38","modified_gmt":"2016-08-19T06:01:38","slug":"the-last-days-of-summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themom.co\/fr\/the-last-days-of-summer\/","title":{"rendered":"The Last Days of Summer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My neighbor made me feel better today.<\/p>\n<p>He stood in our driveway and commented that my kids were making great memories this summer. He noticed how often we we\u2019ve been leaving overnight \u2013 our camping gear in and out of the garage, our blinds pulled down for days at a time.<\/p>\n<p>I pictured the scene inside the house \u2013 not one of epic summer making. Popcorn and chip bags spread out across the kitchen counter. Dirty dishes piled so high they were at risk of tumbling down and flattening a small child in the process. Play-Doh balls hardening on the dining room table after days in and out of their containers. And most notably, children lying on the floor. Doing nothing. Well, arguing some.<\/p>\n<p>And I felt better as I was reminded from an outsider, that not every day this summer had looked and felt like this one.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday I looked around this same scene and insisted we \u201cget out of the house and do something!\u201d You\u2019d think I\u2019d suggested we carry backpacks full of rocks up the face of Mt. Rushmore by the resistance I\u2019d met. So I temporarily moved on, attending to my to-do list and did dishes and made beds and noted how quiet the house was.<\/p>\n<p>There was a Play-Doh creative storm happening and three of my four were hard at work, TOGETHER at the dining room table. How could I end that kind of magic? It was like a miracle right in my home and I was letting it pass by. So I stopped and noticed.<\/p>\n<p>I was trying to make every last minute of summer magical, epic even. And they were fine with the nothingness of the day. Well the nothingness in my mind at least.<\/p>\n<p>There in the driveway my neighbor reminded me we were making some memories in the epic category. He also reminded me that some of the best childhood memories are those that happen in the small moments. He talked about going to the neighborhood pool as a boy with his cousin. The one that is now gone. \u201cThose were the days,\u201d he said. \u201cWe still talk about going to that pool.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The diving board contests and all-over-the-yard water fights and staying up watching \u201cForrest Gump\u201d with your parents as they realize they forgot a few more \u201cadult\u201d elements to the movie than when they first suggested it. Those are the stories they will tell in 20 years, as much as the road trips and hotel vacations.<\/p>\n<p>I realized yesterday, as I decided to not interrupt the Play-Doh engineering team, that everyone was happy. I was heaping this expectation of epic into every minute of summer because it is almost over! Or I should say summer break is almost over? (Because I can\u2019t say summer is over until after Labor Day, I just can\u2019t get that out of my system.) And I\u2019m not ready!<\/p>\n<p>In some ways, I am very ready to have everyone peeled-off of the living room floor and out the door. But summer is supposed to be our down time, our together time, and I can feel the days slipping away. And like the summers of the last few years my heart breaks a bit when it\u2019s done because it symbolizes one more step toward the dreaded goal of my kids growing up.<\/p>\n<p>Ironic, I know, that summer is our down time and my solution to maximize these last few weeks is to program us to do more. So yesterday I chose to go with the crowd and let go of the \u201cget out of the house\u201d expectation. Because what was already happening might be the memory that will be talked about in 10 or 20 years. You know, that day we made a birthday party out of Play-Doh for our Littlest Pet Shop Penguin named Peter.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll let childhood and free play and \u201cdoing nothing\u201d win on this one.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"left alignleft\" title=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/www.mops.org\/images\/cms_images\/alex-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>As a mom to four girls, Alexandra Kuykendall\u2019s days are spent washing dishes, driving to and from different schools and trying to find a better solution to the laundry dilemma. She is the author of\u00a0<i>Loving My Actual Life, An Experiment In Relishing What\u2019s Right In Front of Me\u00a0<\/i>and<a href=\"http:\/\/mops.christianbook.com\/the-artists-daughter-a-memoir\/alexandra-kuykendall\/9780800722050\/pd\/722050\/1345168016?event=HPF1\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Artist\u2019s Daughter, A Memoir<\/em><\/a>.\u00a0A city girl at\u00a0heart, she makes her home in the shadow of downtown Denver. You can read more of\u00a0Alex\u2019s everyday thoughts and connect with her at\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/alexandrakuykendall.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">AlexandraKuykendall.com<\/a>.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My neighbor made me feel better today. He stood in our driveway and commented that my kids were making great memories this summer. He noticed how often we we\u2019ve been leaving overnight \u2013 our camping gear in and out of the garage, our blinds pulled down for days at a time. 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