As any teacher can tell you, summer vacation is one of the (increasingly few) perks that come with the job. No, that is not why most of us chose this profession and no we are not paid for this time out of school. It's a perk - the same as getting a discount on a new car because you work for Nissan or saving x% every time you buy groceries because you work at Kroger. I don't begrudge your perk and you shouldn't mine either.
Summer vacation is an even bigger perk if you have a family. Now, that could very well be a reason many go into teaching. I love being on the same schedule as my kids. It's truly a blessing knowing I will be home when they are home.
One of the downsides, though, to having such a regular, lengthy break from work- for me, at least - is that it tends to cause me to take time for granted. If I don't finish that project this summer, there's always next summer. If we don't go on that trip this summer, there's always next summer. You get the idea. And now projects are backing up, trips are going untaken, and time is running out. Time is running out.
No, I've not been diagnosed with any life-threatening illness and I hope I never am. But even if I live to be a ripe, old age I will never again have this time back, this summer back, or my kids at their present ages back.
Ren is now driving and will be a senior next year. A senior. I am still having trouble fathoming that one. John-Heath will be in the second grade. Yes, he still has many years of school left but he is no longer my baby boy. Okay, he will always be my baby boy, but his little curls have given way to a more boyish haircut and when he calls my name "mommy" has been replaced by "mom".
So, over the course of these next couple months I want time to count, which could include taking a trip, finishing a project or two, and even just snuggling together in the bonus room with popcorn and a movie.
Time to start working on a bucket list for summer.