Summer has arrived. Warm nights twinkling with lightning bugs, outdoor excursions, cookouts, coupled with more laundry, higher grocery bills, and the incessant calls for hauling the boys to whatever activity is on the agenda. Before I get misunderstood again and blasted for complaining about motherhood, let me be clear, I love being a mom. However, I am not nor have I ever been the mom who has craft time scheduled, organized play dates, or was eager to have them home with me for 3 months -24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I am the guilty mom who was thrilled that they enjoyed watching television, so I could get something done.
By now, Bailey who is 20 should be driving and I should be on easy street, but since he has Down syndrome, I am eagerly waiting for Bryce to get behind the wheel. I know, I know that is abnormal too. Well, you know I never swam with normal anyway. The bottom line is I am a better mom when I am not with them incessantly. I believe they would agree. They are great at entertaining themselves. I don’t have to play the part of the cruise director.
Now that they are 15 and 20, both have a summer schedule which saves my serenity. Bryce is volunteering and Bailey will attend a day camp which gives me time to write, work, and breathe until I have to pick up one or the other. Do I feel guilty for feeling this way? Absolutely not. The beauty is that my children have created a life outside of me. Isn’t that the point of being a parent?
They are growing into wonderful and respectable adults. I enjoy our interactions, their opinions (most of the time), and above all, I respect them. Now if only someone would invent a refrigerator that replenishes itself.
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