It’s summer.
It feels like summer outside, but it doesn’t feel like summer in my mind.
Does that make sense? It probably makes sense to most moms.
I started the summer with a sizable list of things I wanted to accomplish, and the list has grown instead of receding. Not only are the to-do’s piling up, but I feel like I haven’t managed to squeeze in any of the fun summery things that make me love Austin oh-so-much.
*sigh*
During summer weekdays, the Baby Bird and I have only managed to make it to the pool once, Deep Eddy once, and Barton Springs once. We haven’t made it to Art Park at all this summer. We’ve squeezed in a bare minimum of green market visits. We’ve yet to make it to visit the dairy goats to see “other mama’s who make milky.” (Oh yeah, I’m still nursing a toddler. I may have neglected to mention that previously.)
It’s possible that my little scheduling blip while I had surgery several weeks ago is partially to blame. It’s also possible that I’m learning to let go of all my highly idealized view of immersing my daughter in every experience under the sun to ensure she has the “best childhood possible” and instead am living in the moment with her more and more each day. If we don’t get to take a “zoom zoom bus” ride through downtown to go see the “Texas Castle” (Capital building) and I don’t manage to have pictures of this fantastical journey to someday artfully arrange in her baby book we will all survive. After all, you don’t have to have plans to make memories.
Relaaaaaax, Mama.
It’s a lesson both Baby Bird and the hubs are working hard to drive home for me which is good… because I’m a planner over-planner.
Sometimes my type-A tendencies can beat my hippie lala leanings into submission.
The hubs and I had a beautiful, organic, dog-friendly, earth-friendly, locally sourced wedding. I planned it. And the entire wedding party may have had color-coded schedules telling them where to be by the minute for three whole days. And some of the guys still drank too much (that was NOT on the schedule) and were late to the rehearsal… and the wedding. Guess what, Mama (See how I’m talking to myself here!?)? It didn’t detract from the experience or the memories at all.
When Baby Bird turned two I decided to scale back from the soiree I threw for her first birthday and just have a little play date lunch party at home. I made individual sized pizza crusts in the shape of Mickey silhouettes in that each child could customize for lunch (you know… totally laid back), created a craft, and made four dozen Mickey silhouette cookies iced in plain-white so that kiddos could decorate their own cookie with food markers. For an hour and a half long lunch party. For two year olds. The kiddos slapped together pizzas, ravenously gulped down Mickey faces, and then had playtime free for all. Not a single cookie was decorated by a toddler. No one left with their craft. Guess what, Mama (reminder to me, once more)? It was fabulously fun and the Baby Bird still talks about it.
Even when we visited Walt Disney World for Marathon Weekend- a place where hyper planning with a toddler in tow makes you a genius instead of a nuisance- I managed to go a bit overboard with excel files, itineraries, and an ADR schedule truly unrivaled in quality and value (How do I know, you ask? I created a spreadsheet, studied menus and costs, and basically became a WDW ADR actuary. Is that a thing? It should totally be a thing!). And though the memories created by my countless hours of planning are priceless, I’ve come to realize that the little one would have been just as happy waving at characters in passing and the parking herself on a curb near the castle to spend the day watching stage shows and passing parades. And those memories would have been just as magical (although not nearly as tasty and value-packed).
I’m letting go of the schedule reins just a bit. I promise.
Thankfully, the people I love most give me little pauses here and there that help me remember how fabulous life can be when we get to enjoy just being. The past weekend, my little fam got the chance to join my parents at the Hyatt Hill Country Resort for a mini-vacation… and a chance to refocus on such moments.
Having grandparents with us also gave us the added bonus of couple time without having to take a “couple” trip- we could hang out withe Baby Bird but also spend time on our own while the little one napped or needed quiet time.
I, of course, prepared for the weekend by creating a mental checklist of everything I wanted to do while there- run such-and-such distance at such-and-such pace each day, workout early each morning, study my French, menu plan for our big vacation trip, menu plan for the next few weeks……….
What actually took place on vacation strayed from my list just a bit. I didn’t menu plan. At all.
I didn’t study a single French term. Or even read.
I didn’t write.
I didn’t even run all of my runs the way they were set on my training plan.
I did run though.
I ran once once treadmill (Yuck! I had forgotten how much I hate treadmills!) because of the temperature and once with my husband (HUGE luxury we don’t frequently get with a toddler at home). We also enjoyed the opportunity to work out in a gym each day while grandparents played with Baby Bird on the beach at the pool.
Beyond that, I spent a good deal of time enjoying the company of my daughter and husband in the sun (which for me means frequent layers of SPF 70 , a sunhat, a nice shady spot given my Melanoma situation.) I closed out the weekend blissfully slowed down.
Perfect timing too, because this week is a “dead” week for us. No playgroup, no dance camp, no parties to plan- just time with the Baby Bird! Normally it’s the type of week where I would be inspired to dust off the list of things we haven’t accomplished yet this summer, but thanks to my weekend reminder of the beauty of each moment I’m planning for our week off to be a bit different.
We aren’t going to be held hostage by anything- today that means Baby Bird is building castles around her beagles and sporting pink training panties, I’m fitting in exercises amidst spontaneous activities, and I’ll be running in the evening instead of the morning.
Tomorrow? Who knows.
All I know is that it should be glorious.
And memorable.
I’m planning on it 😉
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