My kids did nothing this summer and it was fabulous.

I still remember that July afternoon in the early 80’s. I was dressed in my pink sequined tutu from Rummage-o-Rama, the summer uniform of my four year-old self. I sached circles around the cracked plastic pool in the middle of the yard and leapt over the hose hanging out the side.

My toddler sister sat naked in the middle of the murky water, happily splashing bacteria into her open smile while floating blades of grass clung to her chin. My parents’ bodies indented their vinyl folding chairs, mom slathered with baby oil and lacquering her toes fushia, and dad’s mustache occasionally bobbing out below his paperback.

That afternoon my dad had handed me a 17 cent cylinder of iodized salt and told me that if I managed to sprinkle some of it on a sparrow’s tail, the bird would be temporarily flightless, and I would be able I keep it as a pet. I still remember my delight and anticipation as I galloped around the hunk of plastic in the yard, bounding toward birds  with my grubby fingers eagerly clasped around a salt container.

I never caught a bird that day, but on that day and throughout many messy and uninhibited occasions in my own childhood, I did catch a perspective:

Life is only a series of moments. The moment doesn’t care if it takes place in a weed-filled yard outside of a shabby duplex if it is filled with joy and presence and wonder. Neither does the moment care if it takes place at Disney World if it is hungry and standing in a sweaty line and preoccupied.

The moments at an expensive camp or lavish vacation may be precious and formative. But so may be the moments captured running around a yard with a salt container. And, as my kids learned this summer, so may be the moments spent lazily cuddling past breakfast-time in mom’s bed, or the moments spent digging holes in the yard and “mining” underground with hammers, or creating robots with dollar-store duct tape and shoe boxes, or throwing eggs off the deck and learning which contraptions break their falls, or just going to the plain-old-free library and getting lost in a picture book about Greek Gods, or making the most amazing forts with sheets and thumb tacks in the walls, or  experimenting with rope contraptions and food to see if bunnies can be caught, or searching the yard for hours for caterpillars and lizards, or lining up chairs in the kitchen and standing on the table pretending to take a train to the Eiffel Tower, or making up a new “cookie recipe” using only cake mix and butter, or drawing comics and selling them at the end of the driveway, or happily roller-blading along our cracked sidewalk and diving into lawns when it’s time to stop….

 

….So. In doing nothing “special” since school got out in early June, my kids had the kind of uninhibited, creative, and spontaneous summer I had in the 80’s…The kind of magical summer that still makes me smile three decades later.

And I hope my kids some-day look back on their own childhoods and recall that life is a series of moments, moments that don’t have to be “incredible” to be incredible.

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