labour day blues

 

While for many parents labour day, I've heard, comes as a relief; for me it is a melancholy time.  T and I have had a special bond since he was very little.  He has always loved being around me, and I love having him around.  Even though he is home at 3:30 every afternoon during the school year, school time is different than summer time.  I notice the little changes in behaviour during the school year; the influences of friends, the change in attitude, and the pressure of fitting in, all add to a slight shift in his character.  The summer is when he gets to just be himself, and I relish every moment.

I don't believe in over-indulging my kids with entertainment, our summers look pretty simple: bikes, park and lots of together time.  This summer we treated ourselves to "the Deathly Hallows".  We spent a few afternoons downtown and T was allowed his first ice-cap from Tim Hortons.  Most importantly we bonded and T loved every moment of it. 

Like most kids he isn't thrilled about the end of summer.  Even though he's a pretty popular kid, whose made a name for himself in school among friends and teachers , he still prefers being home with me.  So every labour day I ask myself if it will still be this way next summer.