Although many people with children dread summer, dread facing and dealing with their own children on a daily basis, I welcome it.
At-home moms work as hard as anyone else during the school year and love taking a break from conducting a school; I love changing from working at a desk to working outdoors; I love having time for some fun stuff with the funnest young people I know.
In my case, I doubly welcome a few days to take on my grandchildren, in a yearly event I call “Camp Grandmother”, complete with fun activities for every day.
Here, two of my dearies enjoy the cool of a summer morn, in the shade on the east side of our house, making chalk art with homemade chalk their older cousins helped make last summer. (Plaster of Paris inside toilet tissue cores you’ve dipped in melted paraffin.)
Not a care in the world, hair not yet groomed, clothing so loose it falls off, they attempt a sailboat and some sort of grid work.
Takes me back . . .
Enjoy them while they are young. They are growing up right before your eyes and you will miss them, one day.