Despite the current frigid temperatures and constant threat of snow and ice, we have spent the past week reading activity descriptions, comparing swimming lessons, confirming dates for things like the county fair and the scouts' camp-out, and trying to pin-point what my boy's interests will be come this summer.
And today I spent this morning enrolling him in several fabulous-sounding experiences. Sports, explorers, horses, music. Sounds great!
But I always get a bit of a heavy heart as I color in the various weeks that have been scheduled for my boy. It seems like, with a stroke of a pen, I have spent his entire summer for him. Already. And, somehow, I miss him. Already.
Before I allow myself to become completely depressed, I must remind myself that my boy has plenty of unscheduled time mixed in this summer. We will laugh and we will hang out together. We will go blueberry picking and fishing. We will clean out closets, too, and pick through the mountain of papers that have come home from school.
I always strategically leave the cleaning of closets and the organizing of dresser drawers for the last day before a busy camp week . . . somehow, it eases the blow of time apart, if you know what I mean.