By Sheri Hink-Wagner
The Wauneta Breeze
The old adage “the lazy days of summer” is nostalgic in my mind, but at the same time I wonder if the saying applies to me.
I had great plans for “lazy days” with my family this summer, but as the summer draws to a close I find there were far too few “lazy” days.
As a mom I often berate myself on my parenting skills. Before I had kids I imagined myself being a relaxed and fun mom with visions of multiple craft projects, relaxing cuddle time and playful interactions running through my mind.
What I’ve found is that those times are far more seldom than I’d hoped. Instead, I find myself rushing to get responsibilities out of the way so we have a bit of time to play (for some reason my family seems to think they need to eat and wear clean clothes).
But, sometimes the best advice comes from the mouths of my children. It’s comforting to me, as a mother, when my kids remind me of the good times I’d forgotten.
My four-year-old recently told me a story (he’s big into making up stories these days) about how once upon a time a mom and her boys painted with toy tractors and their hands one morning.
As a working mom I find that I rush too much and forget to preserve fun times, like the one Ty was referring to, to my memory.
So, my vow for the remaining lazy days of summer–and beyond–is to revel in those rare but wonderful quiet times with my boys and husband and work to carve out time for more.