All summer long, kids hear these words, roll their eyes, and slow down. Slow. Down.
Well, after seeing this sign at the pool one day (which happened to be our family’s happy place this summer), I couldn’t help but take a picture. I determined that from here on out, that would be my summer motto.
Because that sums up everything I love about summer.
Enjoying lazy days where pjs don’t hit the floor (because that laundry basket a few feet away is insanely unrealistic) until 10am.
Embracing days where bathing suits are a must, and clothes are optional (for the under 2 crowd, at least).
Checking off to-do lists that include running through the sprinklers, building magna-tile towers, and biking around the neighborhood. Or not.
Playing with friends far beyond bedtime, thanks to a late-setting sun and no reason not to sleep a bit late the next morning.
Packing lunches with no real plan for when or where they’ll be munched on.
Hearing imaginary worlds come to life as Star Wars guys navigate Bruder trucks to save the world.
Listening to the roar of the crowd (even if it is just a few of us) as Big catches another awesome pop fly on our front lawn.
Knowing that any and all plans can be put on hold if Call Me Maybe or Party in the USA happen to come on the radio. (Or if Pink points to our TV, which is also our stereo thanks to Apple TV.)
And acknowledging that whatever we didn’t get to do today, we can still do tomorrow.
Well, we’re running out of tomorrows. Soon instead of, “No running!”, I’m going to be shouting, “Hurry! Hurry!” But I feel ready for the change. And I feel ok about all the things we didn’t get to do this summer that we thought we would. Because not running worked for us.
Yes, my summer motto served us well. We had a really, really great summer and we’re almost — almost — ready to say goodbye.