I have no illusions of providing my kids with a 1970s summer; I simply don’t think rest has to be a thing of the past. I want my kids to have a 2016 summer full of quiet mornings, non-agendas, and room to stretch out on the grass with a book.
I have learned, and am learning, that we cannot have it all. I knew that. I know it still. And I am trying to enjoy that which we have and let the rest go because it was not meant for us.
The truth is my time is never stolen from me. It cannot be. I am the only one with the power to spend it, and the way those hours and minutes are spent are a direct reflection of what matters to me.