There are so many things I want for my children, but am unable to give them.
I’d love to take a trip to Disney World, but the budget won’t allow it right now. Sometimes I just want to spend the summer being lazy with my kids, watching movies or going to the pool. Yet, I have to work for a living. I suppose they have to learn at some point that reality gets in the way of our dreams, although I certainly want to shield them from that harsh realization as long as possible. No, I can’t give them the moon, but I can focus on the things that bless our lives.
My kids have the best grandmother in the world.
I call it Camp Grandma.
I dropped them off on Monday and picked them up on Friday; my mom proceeded to squeeze in as much fun as humanly possible. We’re talking trips to the planetarium and children’s museum, afternoons at the movies, evenings spent catching the fireflies that somehow elude us in Fayetteville. And one afternoon spent on a real train ride, just so they could say they’ve done it.
Not to mention tons of junk food, the bare minimum of fruits and vegetables, and a bedtime on a sliding scale.
Really, it’s a wonder I was able to get them to come home.
I absolutely needed the break, and boy did I get so much work done. But by Friday, I was dying to get my hands on them, and I drove the two hours to my mom’s house in record time.
And they were ….. happy to see me, sure. But they were almost inconsolable at the thought of leaving Grandma.
I’m trying not to have my feelings hurt, and quite honestly, I am fine, especially when I stop to consider the memories that my kids will have: An action-packed week at Camp Grandma’s. And the enormous amount of love a grandmother has for her grandkids.
Mickey Mouse doesn’t stand a chance.