I remember what it was like to anticipate the arrival of summer break. It was almost magical as we counted down the days and hours until freedom- freedom from early morning wake ups, freedom from schedules, freedom for the norm of the last nine months. I always loved school, but there was still something wonderful about the school year coming to a close and the promise that summer held.
My sons have already discovered that same wonder. Our oldest is finishing up Kindergarten. He has adored his teacher and he loves to learn, but still the thrill of summer break has been a daily anticipation “only 3 more days”…”only two and half more days”… Even our middle son who isn’t in grade school yet knows the day that “summer” begins and is counting down. He is looking forward to the foggy pool, to vacations to see his nanas, to playing outside all day long.