The sun is shining and it is nearly summer.
No, really….it is. The kids will be out of school next Wednesday, and each day in that direction will be less and less like school and more and more like a party. The weather is warm and the air is ripe with the anticipation of what wonders will take place this summer.
For the first time in seven years, my youngest will not be attending summer school. He is doing well enough at school and is at grade level in all subjects, so the academic summer school isn’t necessary for him. He’s been going to school for a few hours each week day in July since he was three years old. I’m not entirely sure how we’ll deal with the change. He needs structure, and routine, and he can’t be allowed to backslide on his school work. My current plan is that we’ll have a little academic time each weekday morning, work on the homework sheets that are supposed be sent home with him. We’ll participate in the local library’s summer reading initiative for real this time (usually we start it but it falls by the wayside by week two or three….) since he’ll need to be reading a little bit each day. We’ll have time to do lots of outdoor things together, because his sister is going to theater camp.
My daughter is spending four weeks in theater camp, for four weeks Monday through Friday, six hours a day. At the end of the four weeks, there should be a full fledged production of Grease to witness. Her girlfriend did this last summer and raved about it so much. We went to their performance, “Bye Bye Birdie” and both my daughter and I were blown away by how good it was. I am hopeful that this summer camp will introduce her to some new people and give her a place she feels comfortable. For all of my relief earlier this year when she fell into a group of girlfriends, that has all changed (as it often does with middle school girls). I’m not entirely sure what has happened, but it seems that the other three girls in the foursome she used to be a part of no longer want her to be involved….and it all came to a head the last two weekends, when she discovered she’d been excluded from two of the girls’ birthday parties. So, so, awful. She is so insecure, like me, and makes so many social mistakes to try and cover that insecurity up. I hope that this program will give her both some confidence and a fresh start.
This is my favorite time of year; the days are long, the weather is warm and there are flowers everywhere. I hope it doesn’t all pass by too quickly.