So, tomorrow, officially, my rising first grader gets a sweet taste of summertime. It's been a couple of months now that he has been arbitrarily begging to stay home. The weather is beautiful. Why should I sit around in a building all day, at a desk, bored out of my mind, listening to this lady? He hasn't asked that precisely, but that's the tone of voice.
I almost hopes he asks me on Monday if he can stay home from school, so I can raise my arms to the sky and sing, "YES! Yes, my boy, you can."
Then, the question becomes, "So, what are we going to do?"
I can only be grateful for the flexibility of my schedule. There is some work this summer, but much more time with him (and his big sister who is 15 and far less interested in hanging out with me). I've started registering him for very cool events at the library and planning a fun campout with a friend's family. You know, we got to keep it fun.
But today, I heard something so beautiful that it puts a new (sun)light on everything we do this summer. An artist in residence at a school shouted to the parents in the audience, "Remember. Your child's imagination is in your care."
That reminded me that the foundation on which every activity and each quiet moment is built is preserving and celebrating his (and my own) innate joy and creativity. We're going to listen to ourselves this summer and see what kind of awesomeness we can cook up. I really like the sound of that.
Here's a song for all of my students and teachers and people for whom summer means a chance to just be.