During the final week of the school year, several parents gathered around a picnic table at a third-grade end-of-year celebration. Amidst casual chatter about how quickly the year had flown by, the conversation shifted to summer plans.
“We’ve signed up for soccer camps, horse camp, and a trip to Disneyland,” one parent announced excitedly.
“Art camp, gymnastics, swim lessons, and a sleepaway Girl Scout camp in August for us,” another chimed in.
When asked about my family’s summer agenda, I responded, “We’re keeping it pretty low-key this year—embracing a nostalgic 1980s summer.” I felt a mix of pride and anxiety as I revealed my plans, or lack thereof.
With a blend of laziness, frugality, and a touch of apathy, I had organized minimal activities for my kids. As May approached and I had refrained from scrambling to enroll them in popular camps, I decided to adopt a more relaxed approach. I envisioned myself as a carefree, Type B mom who allowed her children to run barefoot and enjoy spontaneous adventures. Gone would be the days of toting sunscreen labeled with Sharpies or rushing to lessons. We would lounge around and cherish the simple pleasures of summer.
As a part-time working mother to a nearly nine-year-old and a preschooler, I was accustomed to a structured school year filled with ample childcare. But now, with my declaration of a carefree summer, I knew I was transitioning from occasional “me time” to almost constant family time. What had I gotten myself into?
Settling into Our Summer Routine
As June rolled around, we began our new routine. I taught a few classes twice a week, bringing the kids along to the recreation center’s childcare room. The rest of our time was spent swimming, visiting friends, enjoying budget-friendly family movies, and relaxing at home. It was, in many ways, a dream come true. Mornings often started late, and the kids would grab their own breakfasts and turn on the TV while I savored my coffee in bed. It was blissful—mostly.
However, as we settled into our summer rhythm, I couldn’t help but compare our experiences to my own childhood summers. While there were some similarities, many differences stood out, particularly two significant qualities: guilt and fear.
Confronting Guilt and Fear
Unlike the carefree days of my youth, I found myself tethered to anxiety. When the neighborhood kids played outside, I wasn’t in the house reading or cooking; I was outside, vigilant in my Adirondack chair, ensuring that no fast-moving car would speed down our quiet cul-de-sac. Gone were the days of children biking to the store for candy or freely disappearing into friends’ homes for hours.
At the playground, I sat on the bench, consciously resisting the urge to hover over my children. I reminded myself that I was not a “helicopter mom,” but worries flooded my mind: a crack in the pavement could lead to injury, too many sugary treats might lead to health issues, and unmonitored play could result in danger.
Even when I allowed myself a moment of respite—perhaps scrolling through my phone or taking a break in my office—I was quickly assaulted by guilt. Shouldn’t I be building forts with them? Shouldn’t we be baking muffins instead of me indulging in my own leisure? It felt unjust for me to enjoy my time alone while they played upstairs.
This inner conflict became a counterproductive cycle. Even if I managed to overcome my fears and let my kids roam freely, guilt about prioritizing my own needs quickly took its place. I imagined my own mother breathing a sigh of relief as we wandered off to play at a friend’s house, rather than fretting about whether we were being adequately enriched.
To a certain extent, I too relish small moments of self-care, whether that’s sunbathing in peace or diving into a quiet project. But these moments seldom come without the initial pang of guilt: “You should be spending time with them.” What if they were in danger? Or missing out on opportunities like Spanish immersion camp or tennis lessons? What if they were falling behind their peers?
Finding Balance
One insightful book that resonates with me is Susan Jeffers’ “Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway.” Jeffers emphasizes that the goal isn’t to eliminate fear but to acknowledge it and push through. I’ve adapted this to include guilt as well: feel the guilt and do it anyway.
So, I’m committed to embracing our version of a 1980s summer, albeit with less independence than I’d like, and a bit more worry, but still preserving the essence of a relaxed, semi-structured summer reminiscent of my own childhood. We’ll sleep in, enjoy spontaneous outings, connect with friends, and get a little messy. Ultimately, we will create lasting memories.
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Conclusion
In summary, while navigating the complexities of parenting during an unscheduled summer, it is essential to find balance between nurturing our children and allowing ourselves moments of self-care. Embrace the chaos, cherish the memories, and remember that it’s okay to let go a little.
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