We are now fully in Summer Vacation Mode. By that, I mean that at first Ladybug was terribly upset, because she felt it was the end of everything. To her, it sort of was. Her social life went from being very active to almost nonexistent. One night at supper she lamented, "No more choir, no more Bible study, and now no more school!" Her last day of school I tried to tell her how proud I was that she finished her first year of preschool, and she informed me that it was horrible. She loved school, her friends, and her teacher and would miss them all terribly.
The first couple of weeks, we kept a busy schedule of playdates and such. Now... well with vacations and needing to get ahead at home before VBS next week, that has ground to a halt. We're still getting out some and doing fun things like going to baseball games and church, but not every day. Ladybug has taken it all quite well. She goes to bed around 9:30 each night and sleeps until around 9 each morning. I politely told her to get dressed this morning, and she announced, "I don't want to wear clothes today!" I made her get dressed, though I do think her Star Wars short pjs are pretty awesome.
Almost each night after supper, we've decided it's best she change into a swimsuit, because one way or another, she's going to get wet. She's always either playing in the pool, running through the sprinkler, or just having one of us spray her with a hose. I'm very glad she starts swim lessons in a couple of weeks, because I think she's becoming a little fish.
Personally, I went through a very horrible, yet funny to other people, experience the other day. Lucy and Dory are always on the lookout for the elusive Mr. Squirrel in our back yard. They usually cry until I let them out to chase him. They never catch him, he can jump up on fences and trees. So when they made a big deal the other morning, I expected more of the same. Lo and behold, I looked out the window to find them running laps around my entire back yard, chasing a poor bunny rabbit that couldn't escape. They caught it. They never kill anything on purpose. They just play with them. Sadly poor Mr. Bunny was horribly injured, but not enough to die. He just suffered. I dragged the girls in the house, texted Bart, then proceeded to try and put the poor thing out of its misery.
Let me just say, the BB gun didn't work. I had to get a shovel and whack it two or three times, all the while trying not to get sick. Finally it died, and I disposed of it - all while in my pjs, because it was fairly early in the morning. While this was going on, Ladybug finally woke up. When I told her what I was doing, she took it quite well, and told me that the good news is that the bunny got to go to Heaven.
That whole morning was wasted, because I was a complete mess. I have nothing against hunting, I just have never personally wanted to to it, and I wasn't raised in the country or on a farm. Knowing what needs to be done and doing it are two different things.
I allowed myself to watch a lot of television that day. I watched the Amazon Prime pilot "Z: The Beginning Of Everything" about Zelda Fitzgerald. It's actually pretty good, as is "The Last Tycoon." Bart and I finally started watching "The Man In The High Tower" together this week and are hooked. I have an obsession with alternative histories, so even thought it's very depressing, I'm enjoying it.
Yesterday I started switching the girls to a new dog food for a handful of reasons. Lucy, always skeptical and thinking someone may try to poison her wisely waited and watched Dory eat her food first before trying it. You know, in case we were trying to kill them or something. No, no. If I'm willing to clean up their accidental bunny massacres, I'm not going to poison them. After all, we're family. Gee, that sounds a little mafia-ish, doesn't it?
VBS is next week. I've already got Ladybug's crew assignment and am waiting on mine. It's going to be a tiring but fun week. This is Ladybug's first year of real VBS and not just hanging out in childcare and doing a little of it. We're both excited. Or she will be if I can get her out of bed.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Summer. I loved summer vacation when I was a kid. End of school activities kept my schedule so busy, that I was burned out by the time that last bell rang for the year. So I was more than ready to doing nothing almost every day. Sure there were camps and Bible school, but most of my days were spent waking when my body was ready, staying around the house during the hottest hours, then spending the evening hours swimming and playing to the music of crickets and cicadas. I lived for those days. I read voraciously, and my imagination had free reign. As a teenager those were the days when I really began to write, creating whole worlds and lives within my head. Even though Ladybug isn't in school yet, we still keep a busy schedule during the school months and lead a more structured life.
Then here's the big one, she's only three years old. I'm all for her doing things with her peers and learning and discovering. I love to get out with her and do special things, go on playdates, and attend things specifically designed with children in mind. However, I think it's great for her to just be at home and chill more often than not. This is when she builds things with her Legos, when she makes things with her Play-Doh, when she makes up her own silly songs, plays with her dolls, and lets her imagination run free. She couldn't do these things if I was busy trying to make every moment count by taking her from one activity outside of the home to another. She has this wonderful, active, and creative imagination. I would hate to stifle that because I won't let her just be a kid.
Altogether, childhood is short. We seem to be making it shorter and shorter as time passes by filling our children's' days with one activity after another, trying to make each moment count. In just a couple of months, L will be starting preschool two days a week, we'll have Bible study, and she'll have children's choir at church. In a couple of years, it will be kindergarten and sports and other activities as well as church. Before I know it, she'll be spending her summers at church camps, band camps, and / or whatever other camp she'll be interested in. Then she'll be in college and working in the summers. She'll be an adult, longing for those simple summer days when her imagination was one of her best friends.
The other day she was playing with her one of toys and told me, "It's just for kids, but you can play with it when you become a kid again." I had to burst her bubble and explain that once you're grown up, you don't become a kid again. Then I told her that's why she doesn't need to be in too big of a hurry to grow up. It's also why I want to give her the chance to just be a kid for as long as possible. She's still doing and learning this summer, including learning to read, but I'm also just letting her be her as well. I don't want her to become a person who is always expecting someone else to tell her what to do and how to entertain herself. I want her to be creative and take initiative, and I think doing nothing at times allows her to learn to do just that.