Summer is terrible. Oh sure, it’s sunny and warm, and everyone is running around like happy little gazelles in a Broadway musical, but under all of that so-called-fun lurks a monster. One that preys upon children. During the summer months, kids are free. There’s no school. Assuming you can get them away from their devices, they spend all their time splashing through pools or sprinklers, staying up late watching Dr. Who, sleeping in, and engaging in as little intellectual activity as possible.
Come September 2016, I will no longer have a child enrolled in elementary school. This is a milestone for every parent, and I won’t bother wasting column inches with the “Where did the time go?” lines or the “They grow up so fast!” lines or the “I’m not old enough to be done with elementary school!” lines or even the “Maybe I can convince the school to flunk him so that he’ll stay in elementary school…forever!” lines. Instead, I have been thinking about what has been lost. What will I miss most, knowing now that I no longer have children under ten?
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