Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Summer then, Summer now.

favorite season {please stick around a little longer!}

When my siblings and I were growing up, we - and all of our friends - had a lot of freedom during the summer.
Although we were mainly confined to our own neighborhood, from the time we woke up in the morning, until the sun set at night, we were free to roam about and play with our friends, pretty much for as long as we wanted.
Nobody we knew had a video game system, with the exception of maybe a Nintendo that the whole family shared, and nobody had their own tv in their room, so it was rare that you had the luxury of spending entire days sprawled on the couch playing video games, or watching tv or movies. 
Outside was pretty much our only thing to do.
I think when I was a kid, and probably for most of the generations before me, parents didn't see entertaining their kids or doing a lot of "play" as their responsibility. They handled your basic care, spent time talking with you or doing things together as a family, but when it came to most of your imaginative or creative free-play, you and your siblings and your friends were on your own.
My sisters and I were lucky enough to almost always live in neighborhoods with lots of kids. {Shout out to the ghetto always having lots of babies}. So every summer, as soon as we woke up we'd hurry to do our chores, and then dash outside to be with our friends.
In an attempt to stay outside - and effectively away from parental supervision - for as much of the day as we could, we found creative ways to occupy ourselves.
We played marathon games of Uno, Gin, Rummy, Poker, 21, and BS. 
By the end of the summer our decks of cards were soft as soap lather, and permanently bent almost in half. 
We hopped on our bikes - or on someone's handle bars if you didn't have a bike - and rode down to the elementary school or the baseball field or even the public pool. 
We'd go watch community league baseball games for free, and then stay after everyone was gone to play kickball or baseball on the empty diamonds. 
Almost every night, the park filled up with kids, and sometimes their parents, for pick-up basketball, volleyball, or soccer games. 
We were sunburned, freckled, tanned, wild-haired, and free. 
When our parents finally did call us in, we'd all stay in one bedroom together so we could keep playing until exhaustion over came us. 
We would do almost anything we could think of to stay entertained, but surprisingly we never really did anything too stupid. 
Sure, we built skateboard and bicycle ramps in the drive way, or climbed up on the roof to hang out, or took off to McDonald's without telling anyone, but none of us were smoking, or drinking, or having sex. There wasn't any drugs, and aside from the time we jumped the back wall of a neighbor we knew was out of town to take advantage of their pool, we never really broke the law. 
There was always a huge group of us, ranging from my age to my sisters' ages, and summer was two straight months of freedom and comradery. 

I wouldn't dream now of letting my two kids do half the shit we were allowed to do when we were younger. 
Leave the house the WHOLE DAY, with no cell phones, no pagers, and be allowed to be anywhere in the neighborhood at any time? Nope. You can go outside, but for the love of Jesus when I come out to check on you I better be able to see you. 
Stay out from the time you get up, until nightfall without checking in? 
NOPE. 
If you're going to be outside that long, you best come check in every couple hours at least.
Get on your bike at barely 10 years old, and ride it all the way to the nearest intersection to get McDonalds?! 
ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! 

I don't buy into the idea that it's any more dangerous in the world now than it was then, really. 
I know there are more people in the world now, and the city gets vastly bigger every day it seems like, and neighborhoods aren't as tightly knit as they used to be, but every generation says "It's not safe now like it was when I was little", and I just don't think that's true. 

I think the biggest reason why we can't let our kids have the freedom that I had as a kid, and that my parents had as kids, is because being over-protective has become the norm. 
Children aren't allowed to hang out in groups and pretty much do their thing, from the time they're pretty young, so long as they all stuck together, so it's gotten to a point where kids don't know how to look out for themselves and for each other until older and older ages.

When we were little, kids stayed home alone after school at 7 or 8 years old, and during the summer it was you and your friends, and you could go all day without even seeing your parents.
We were raised with the expectation that when your parents aren't around, you look out for yourself, and more importantly, you look out for each other. 
The responsibility of independence was given to us much earlier, and it was that way with almost everyone you knew, except for the kid we all felt sorry for whose mother never ever ever let him out to play without a parent there to watch. 

Whatever the reason is that things are so different, I wish my kids could have a summer like the ones that I had when I was little. 
I tell them all the time that if I had a time machine, I would take them back to the summer I was 10, and leave them there for the whole thing. When summer ended I'd bring them back, and see which they preferred: now, having computers and tv's and internet and video games, but much less freedom to be outside with their friends and explore and roam, or then, with no tv of their own, no computer, no internet, no cell phone, no video games, but a huge group of friends, and a whole neighborhood to explore and call home. 

I think they would choose then, in a heart beat. 

Monday, June 23, 2014

Night Swimming



When you swim at night, there are no bees. 
The kids are in bed so there are no demands being made to hold them, jump with them, watch them, throw them, help them. 
It's just you and your body and the night and water.
You move smoothly through the tepid water like sliding through velvet. This is what you imagine a cloud would feel like if you could touch one.
A floating, weightless, deep, soft pool of something that all at once is and isn't there.
Under water there aren't any sounds.
The world drops down to a muted distance, so much so that your thoughts hush too.
No replays of your last fight with your boyfriend, no repetetive thoughts about things that need to be done, no stress, no worries, no cursing all the things you forgot to do but didn't.
The world drops down to a muted distance, so much so that your thoughts hush too.
Just bubbles, the swoosh of your arms or legs cutting through the water.
You feel your body stretch and move and you feel powerful.
Strong.
Night swimming is good for you.
It's important to be weightless, effortless, and silent.
To shrug off the heat and the sound and the mistakes of life, and sink down to the very very bottom of something so cool, so soft, so quiet.
It's important to remember what your body is capable of.
That you are not the sum total of your scars, your jiggly thighs, your soft tummy.
That you are still just as strong as you ever were.
That you are still weightless.
You are still limitless.
You are still perfect.

You are still free.


Friday, July 27, 2012

The Friday Diary: It's Still Summer


Hi Everyone.
Apologies in advance for the fact that I have less than nothing interesting to show you today.
Know why?
Because it's still. fucking. summer.
My brain is fried. I am hot. UNBEARABLY TYPE IN ALL CAPS HOT.
I have uncomfortable sweat in awkward places and my kids never go outside anymore.
I am done with summer. 
We all know that it's not my favorite season to begin with. I'm a Fall/Winter With Affectionate Feelings Toward Spring girl, 100%. 
I honestly don't get people who say they hate Fall or Winter just because it's cold. It being cold is like maybe only 15% of why it's awesome.
There are at least a million and twenty more reasons why Fall and Winter kick ass.
Anyway, summer doesn't. 
I think I've tried to love summer. I've given it a fair chance. Every year I try to find ways to psyche myself up about it, and for a while I pull it off. I throw on shorts {which are not a good look for me} and go running around all like "Yeah, summer is AWESOME, let's go get sunburned and get boob sweat marks on our t-shirts!" whilst I plan barbecues and swim parties and buy cute shit for the kids, but it always wears off. 
Aside from my seasonal anxiety issues {which I am aware are weird, but none the less real}, burning my thighs on a FABRIC car seat and feeling like I might black out before my air conditioning kicks on in my car on the way home from work aren't things I consider hobbies.
So, seriously, enough with summer.
I'm over it.
Summer, if you're reading this, please get the fuck out of my life now. No hard feelings or anything, I'm just done with your shit. The bad luck you bring me, the anxiety you give me, the dehydration and red sweat face that I get because I'm a ginger, none of it appeals to me.
Also, it's not me, it's you.

Sincerely, 
Girl in Arizona who fucking hates your face.
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And now, a brief and uninteresting summary of my week.
Enjoy?

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Overheard:
Jackson: I have a friend at school named Zoya and I love her.
Me: You love her? Really? How do you know that?
Jackson: Because when the teacher gived us balloons and hers was bigger dan mine, it was ok and I wasn't sad. I love her.

Seems pretty straightforward to me.

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Pinteresting:
Everything but the running
I tried this exercise the other night. And tried is the operative word. I got to about halfway through the leg lifts and almost crapped out my kidney.
Took that as a sign I should probably stop and pin recipes for cinnamon rolls for the rest of the night.

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Addicted:
Pc170722_large
It's a little sweet, so I like to add some extra coffee to it, but still, it's freaking amazing.
And it's cheaper than Starbucks.
WORD.

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Accomplished:
2 weeks worth of groceries for $98.00
Half what we normally pay.
It took some strategery {Look Bill, I used your made up word!} on my part, and I had to figure out a couple meals where we'd "go meatless", but I did it!
And none of the meals on my life were things like Tuna Helper or Lean Cuisine.
If it had been I could've gotten way more than 2 weeks worth of groceries.

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Shameless:
It's officially less than 2 weeks until my birthday!
Can you tell I'm excited?
If you're wondering what amazing gifts you can get me, see here.
Or find me a baby black bear. Baby black bears are always accepted.
Also, please tell me what I should do for my birthday.

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Phone Picture Extravaganza!