Today marked the beginning of the end of summer. During the summer when my daughter is out of school (up until this year, Montessori), I work four day work-weeks instead of five so that I can spend a day each week with her doing fun things. I work a lot, and spend time in the evening working on paperwork, so I want to make sure that I am spending some real quality time with her aside from the weekend (when I’m also often working, or we’re doing things around the house).
Some of the things we’ve done this summer:
I always make sure we get out of the house and do something together. That way she can’t be distracted by the TV or me by the computer. Even if it’s just us walking around the mall and grabbing a quick lunch together, it’s quality time together.
Today was our last day together of the summer. Monday she starts kindergarten. I swear I was just birthing her! Next week I go back to a five day work week until next summer. It was sort of sad to think this was our last day together like this before things REALLY change for her. She loved Montessori, and it was school – but this is a whole new ballgame.
We had lunch at our favorite place and then went to the ballpark. I let her do exactly what she wanted to do without rushing her, which included playing on the playground before the game started, eating Dippin’ Dots, and going to see the mascot. We discussed the finer points of the game, why her favorite player wasn’t playing, and made about 37 trips to the bathroom. This only happens when I take her by myself and my husband isn’t with us, of course.
This is one of my favorite things to do with my daughter, and something I’ve been doing with her since she was 6 months old. I get sad when I think that there may be a day when she doesn’t want to go to a baseball game with mom. But then we’ll figure out another activity we both enjoy doing.
So now, it’s back to the life we live 9 months of the year. Hard work, school work, and fun times limited to the weekend. She’ll still do dance class and gymnastics and whatever other extracurriculars she decides to do. But I’ll miss these days and count down until next summer. I hope that when she grows up she won’t remember that mom worked so much, but that mom chose to make time for her, and only her.