Summer Vacation

As a kid, summer vacation was hailed as the best time of year.  How many songs have they made about it?  “Summer Lovin'” from Grease, “School’s Out” by Alice Cooper, “Hot Fun in the Summertime” by Sly and the Family Stone; clearly, this is an age old sentiment.  As an adult, it can be a little different.  For my husband, the summer is typically spent in the cold confines of his air-conditioned office. He lives for the weekends of splashing in the pool with our girls.  48 hours out of a 65+ hour work week just doesn’t cut it. So, we have tried our best to make a grown up summer vacation happen almost every year.  If kids need a refreshing break from their responsibilities during the summer, so do adults.
With the tremendous help of my parents, my mother-in-law and several babysitters, my husband and I got a serious summer vacation last week.  We went to Spain with a group of friends and laid by the pool, explored new towns, ate amazing food and even went to Morocco for a day.  It was sensory overload in the best way and a much appreciated break from reality.
I won’t dive into the depths of my anxieties (of which there were many, shocker!) throughout the week.  To focus on them would taint the impeccable memories of everyone enjoying themselves and making it through the week unscathed.  As always, I feared that my girls wouldn’t be happy or safe without my watchful eye and motherly love; and as always, I’m proved wrong.  My surgeries and our summer vacations have helped show me how resilient they are and despite my constant concerns of the contrary, they are well-adjusted.  I haven’t fucked them up so far (pats on back). Hopefully, a summer vacation every year will keep us all looking forward to hitting the refresh button of life and teaching us lessons we could only learn by pushing the boundaries of fear and comfort.

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