A Bittersweet Summer

Summertime. You just gotta love it. Pools, cookouts, later bedtimes, no homework battles, and camps.

I always feel like I've got the best of two worlds. During the school year I work full-time as a teacher. And during the summer I get to stay home full-time. I love both and if I had to choose, it would be a really hard decision. Both fulfill so many needs.

This summer has been different though. We enrolled our son in a 2 week summer camp. He's having a blast. That's not the problem. The problem is that he's growing up. Here I am, wanting to play with him and go on summer adventures with him. But him? He's busy at camp most of the day. And when he comes home he heads outside to play with his friends. Or wants to go to the pool with his friends.And don't get me wrong. I'm happy he's happy and has friends. Especially since he has social difficulties.

I know some of you are shaking your heads thinking "What's wrong with you woman? Free time!! Read! Sleep! Get projects done!" And I am. But while in the middle of that I'm also thinking of summers past. When I was the center of my son's universe. When I was his best buddy.

Times are changing. He's growing up. It's been a bittersweet summer so far.

This is an original DC Metro Momspost. When not enjoying summer time activities with her son, Robin is over at MyLifeAsItIs