A little while ago I was struck, quite out of the blue, by the thought: “I can’t wait until summer!” This is a feeling that is normal for me around this time of year – now that the kids are in school, anyway – and yet it’s never inspired, as one might assume, by any aggravation with the weather. It’s going to sound shallow, but those who know me well will probably not be surprised to hear what triggered it.
Last night I bought a Gymboree outfit on eBay, for Eliza. It’s an outfit that Madalyn had when she was about this age. This afternoon, as I paid for the outfit, I imagined Eliza wearing it and that’s when I was seized by a longing for summer.
It’s not just the clothing that has me eager for May (when our summer starts). It’s, well, everything. It goes without saying that I can’t wait to spend half the summer in California. We have all sorts of fun plans already, not to mention just hanging around with our friends and family. So of course that aspect is a big draw. We’ve only been back three weeks but it seems like three months, and I dreadfully miss my California people.
We will also try to have some fun in the time we have in Oklahoma, too. If I have my way we will be off to California early (beginning of June) and will, therefore, be back in the Sooner Nation by mid-July, giving us a month at home before school starts. Unfortunately it will be too bloody hot for my taste to do much in the way of outdoor activities, but I’m all for anything that has air conditioning. My hope is, after we recuperate from our trip, that the kids and I will be able to do some activities around the state before succumbing to the infernal and inevitable clutches of the gulag that is the Oklahoma public school system. I digress; however, it brings me to another point: I can’t wait to spend three straight months with my kids. As time inexorably marches on the amount of time I have left with them dwindles. Time goes by so quickly anymore, and Madalyn is 10 already. Honestly, how many more summers do I have with her where she will gladly go wherever I want her to go? Will she eventually reach an age where she has activities during the summer for which she’ll want to stay home? Or, worse, where she just plain doesn’t want to go spend six weeks crammed into her grandparents’ tiny house with 5-6 other people? I don’t know. I hope not. After all, I always liked traveling with my parents, even through my teenage years. And Madalyn does have friends in California to coax her to visit – though being that the majority of them are boys, I do also wonder if those friendships will persist as their interests diverge. Any road, my point in all this is that summer is a beacon of light in the year, for me. It’s family time. It’s US time.
Oh, and the one reason I’m not looking forward to summer? WEATHER. Summer can take its 98-degree days and 100% humidity and stuff it. All I need is “warm enough to go to the beach” – which, in our book, is anything above 68. No, summer weather and I are not friends. But I’m willing to forgive her the ungodly conditions if it means Cali and my babies and fun.
And all of this because of a Gymboree outfit.