This is an unusual summer for us. Usually my kids go to summer camp. My kids love camp, I love my kids, I love my kids like crazy when they are at camp. I have trouble adjusting to my kids being at camp. This summer they are not going to camp. I am having trouble adjusting. So, I started this blog. However, I also started it at a time when I hardly have any access to the Internet. We ve moved to the cottage for the summer and I can only blog when we go home. Fortunately our cottage is only 1/2 hour from our house (by the way, “cottage” is not a term of the north, Northerners call their cottages “camps” which caused a great deal of confusion on my part when we first moved here). This is the good and the bad of where we live. On the good side, Papa Bear can work all summer and still have plenty of cottage/family time. We are also close enough so that I can run the kids and their friends to town or from town to the cottage. It keeps the kids busy and happy. On the bad side it keeps me busy, busy and surrounded by kids.
Does it strike anyone else as cruel that adults and teens/preteens have to live together? Once you get past those exhausting years of the cherubic faces you enter the years of diametrical opposition. It seems that our desires are always at opposite ends of the spectrum. When I want quiet they want noise, me-cottage they-city, me-cooperation they-opposition, me-sleep they-noisy activity, me-activity they-inertia. What is this? A great big cosmic joke? O.K. I get it, I remember my teen years all too well.
I recently had lunch with a friend (it happens from time to time)). I mentioned my surprise at discovering the emotionality of preteen and teenaged boys. She responded by saying, “and no one told us that they get hit with their hormones just as we are getting hit with ours!” Ain t that the truth sister!
So far it is a great summer, we are enjoying one anothers company and we are in sync with each other, but it is only the fifth day. How long can I hope this honeymoon will last?
So, I will spend my summer trying to enjoy the cottage and my time with the kids and I will try even harder to ignore the frustrations. This way my summers will become the golden memories that I will fondly relive as I sit in the nursing home awaiting visitors.