The kids and I, we’ve been camping in the back yard every weekend since the 4th of July. It’s been great fun. I’m delighted they say “Yes!” every weekend I’ve asked them if they want to do it again.
It’s a great example of their maturity, dealing with the sounds and mild discomfort and sometimes spookiness of it all.
As we mark this last weekend before school starts, I’m celebrating 9, 7, and 6; celebrating their adventure, their growth, their random requests that prove to hold new inspiration.
Example? Our youngest wanted to sing a Christmas song last night. So we did. Over and over and over.
What better song to sing in August than “The 12 Days of Christmas”…and maybe for the first time in my life, I sang it all the way through after a few tries without looking at the lyrics!
“12 drummers drumming 11 pipers piping 10 lords a leaping nine ladies dancing eight maids a milking seven swans a swimming six geese a laying five golden rings four calling birds three French hens two turtle doves and a Partridge in a pear tree.”
I did it!