End Of Summer Reflections
This weekend at the RV campground was packed full of Labor Day campers and kids enjoying their three day weekend.
As Justin and I would walk the dog we would marvel at the noise and excitement where complete stillness had been. There were outdoor TVs for football games, four-wheeling through “our” blackberry trails and oh, the drunken karaoke. Nothing says “Sweet dreams and goodnight” like hearing the last chorus of Daydream Believer sung 17 times in a row.
What surprised us the most was how much work their vacation looked to be. More setup and teardown than we allow ourselves for an entire week at one spot! LOL
Zeb has had a blast this weekend too. He made two great friends here, one a little older and one a little younger and for three straight days they ran around together, playing Nerf wars and games, then for three straight nights they had a sleepover. Laugh-snorts, video game playing, and total tween boy energy.
Both his new friends head off to start school tomorrow, a culture Zeb no longer understands, as he tried to explain to him our culture of learning what interests us, doing what we love, exploring the world and not “having to” follow a rhythm other than our own.
There were some not-so-funny moments this weekend too: We were a little taken aback by the grandpa who threw his granddaughter’s bike out of frustration or the parent’s who left Zeb hanging as a punishment to their son.
This morning before we were even fully out of bed the jammed-packed park was nearly empty, as everyone was packed and heading home.
Full RV park + RV full of boys = Non-stop movement for 3 straight days, followed by complete stillness.
Facebook has a new feature where it notifies you of last year’s status. This was my reminder a few days ago:
Sometimes I forget just how different our lives are from others. We eat when we’re hungry, never raise our hands to get permission to pee, & we don’t have to work when someone else tells us to. We get to love what we do all the time, instead of just holidays & weekends & if we’re tired by the end of the day it’s a fulfilled tired, not an exhausted-depressed tired.
I could’ve written that today.
We’re no longer accustomed to the Work Hard/Play Hard mentality, the school shots and shopping, or the energy that comes from parents and grandparents yelling at their little ones while they busy themselves with other things.
Now we’re used to going with the flow, talking together when challenges arise, and creating situations that make us all feel good.
This wasn’t always our life, and I’m grateful for the reminder of that.
Because it’s a charmed life we’ve chosen.