I Don’t Speak Summer
Am I the only parent concerned about summer break? I posted about my worries on Facebook and received two distinct responses: 1) my kid is going to camp all summer! and 2) I can’t wait to do nothing with my kid all summer!
I quickly learned upon which side of the divide I stand.
Outside of snow days, holidays, vacations, weekends and every afternoon and night, this will be my first full-time parenting of two. While in Madison at the wonderful Preschool of the Arts, Arlo continued school during the summertime. Arlo loves school. Having never experienced it before, he does not understand why school “stops”. We enjoy a pretty manageable and happy daily routine around here but in one month – ON MY BIRTHDAY – this will come to a screeching halt with no further instruction.
We are lucky to have friends visiting for two weeks and then we take a vacation mid-August but that leaves at least five weeks to
worry about have fun. We need a new Happy Daily Routine.
I’ve been doing a ton of research on camps or classes and there are a lot of options here in Montreal. It’s great except:
What normally is a non-issue in our day-to-day lives has become a summertime stumbling block (see also Volunteering). For example, a few weeks ago I discovered a kids’ running club which I thought would be perfect for Arlo. Armed with enthusiasm and my mother’s intuition for his athletic ability, I took him to the first session and being a good ex-pat, used my limited French to introduce Arlo to the instructors and request some bi-lingual help. I was assured he would get it but when the games started, the instructors only speek French. The kids only speek French. My child can’t not know anyone and not understand anyone – one of those things, maybe, but not both. Completely overwhelmed, Arlo just stood there and cried while everyone else played. Completely overwhelmed, I hugged him and took him home.
Horseback riding camp, skateboard camp, rock climbing camp, French, French, French. Bien sur! This is Quebec but mon dieu, help a mother out! And speaking of helping mothers, my lovely and beloved mother’s helpers are both gone for the summer. To camp, natch.
I don’t know what I’m going to do – not literally, Farrah and I leave the house every single day, rain, sleet or snow – but my kids thrive with consistency and it’s my job to provide it. I’m not even talking about the loss of any alone time I currently have or how much more energy I will need to self-manufacture. Nope. Not talking about that.
I am completely overwhelmed by Summer Vacation. Someone hug me and take me home.