We’ve spent the better part of the week at my parent’s house and I tend to lose all concept of day and time here. Out in the country, we run in the grass, we play in inflatable pools filled with ice-cold hose water, we dig in the dirt. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, friends come and go. There’s never anywhere we have to be. It’s the way summer should be.
Most parents have signed their kids up for soccer camp, wilderness camp, swim camp – or some variation of all of these. Not me.
“Let’s just relax,” I tell the hyper children nipping at my heels.
My daughter, however, refuses to live the deprived life I’m offering her. So she has taken liberties to start her own personal gymnastics camp.
One way or another, we’re all enjoying our mini-vacation. Soon enough we’ll be back to the oppressive NYC heat. Soon enough.