Barbara Ward-FinneranSummertime is the biggest blessing. Laid back days to stay up late and sleep in until morning is practically over when desired. Time to frolic in the sun and play with friends. Extra hours for reading, games and lots of laughter. Pure bliss except when interrupted by that dreaded sentence... "Mom, I'm bored".
I'm very lucky it's not a sentence that frequents my boys lips. A combination of creativeness, "Camp Mommy", and sibling camaraderie as well as being a house where "all the kids" can play keep it at bay at our place. Yet just a little over a week into summer here where I live, and I have friends who are already over hearing it. (Yes, I know, my northern peeps - envious as you are because you are still in school - talk to us in early August when we are back in session already!) Many solve this issue by offering up random chores or yard work that's just begging to be done and dreaded by all. Still others spring into mission impossible Mom style by finding all kinds of wonderful ways to ward off the dreaded doldrums of our kids having too much time on their hands. I adore my mom and admire all that she taught me and how she raised me. But truth be told, I don't recall her, or the other moms in my life when I grew up entertaining us. At least not regularly. One of the reasons I swear by the "more the merrier" rule. The more kids that are hanging out playing the more fun there is to be had by all - without me needed to conduct the fun train. When I was a kid, we had to play. Outside. Rain, shine, heat and snow - outside you'd go. Endless hours with the neighborhood kids 'til the street lights came on.
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