I’ve been without internet access in the north woods of Wisconsin – four generations of our family spent the week at family camp together. For perhaps 20 years of my life, starting at age 2, we’ve gone together. I love that my sister and I are continuing the tradition for our kids.
We relished the relaxing break of having someone else prepare our meals and wash our dishes. We had fun swimming (sometimes 3 times a day) in a clear lake, hiking through woods and bogs, canoeing, sailing, blowing bubbles, toasting marshmallows, star gazing, singing songs, puddle-stomping, square dancing, fishing, playing silly games, eating too much ice cream, and watching eagles, loons, and deer. Most of all, we enjoyed spending time with our family and our camp family.
This was Tea’s second year there, and he really thrived on the chance to interact with other kids and play more independently than last year. He attended his morning classes without a backwards glance at us. This is by far the easiest, most relaxing way to vacation with small kids that I can imagine. There were always kid-friendly choices of things to do and great people to help watch Tea. And as if that’s not enough, Kyle and I had a wonderful time, too. At the end of the week, Tea didn’t want to come home. I didn’t either.
I’m telling myself that we’re now refreshed, recharged, and ready to face the start of a busy school year (for Kyle, and therefore by extension, for Tea and I), but I still don’t quite feel ready to say goodbye to summer.