What fun is breaking the rules when there aren’t any rules?
How can you enjoy a change in routine, when you have no routine?
Can there be unstructured moments in a life that has no structure?
I say, “No” a lot. It’s a terrible drag. Terrible. I’m the Mom. That’s a big part of my job. But sometimes…I get to say, “Yes.” And they are thrilled. It’s elicit. An incredible stroke of good fortune. And they love it. Because they know it’s not normal. We are fiercely protective of our rules and our structure around here, because it gives us order. That order also provides us wonderfully safe opportunities for chaos. The fun kind of chaos.
I love summer. I love the chaos of summer. I love the YES of summer.
I love children that smell like chlorine and have terribly dirty feet. I love bedtimes that get breezed right by in favor of late nights with the neighborhood running, screaming through the darkness with flashlights and firefly jars. I love popsicles in the middle of the afternoon. A shower in the yard? Sure. With soap? Why not. And no clothes? Absolutely!
I love the YES of summer.