It’s harder to be a parent in the summer in Arizona.
For me anyway.
In the spring, fall, and winter —> I have “help” with the kids. No, I’m not talking about a nanny, an Au pair, a daycare, or even school. I’m talking about NATURE. She accompanies us all through the day, teaching my kids so many lessons about beauty, growth, sorrow, and kindness.
For nine months of the year, we spend HOURS outside every day. Walking. Hiking. Skipping. Running. Biking. Gathering Flowers. Going on Picnics. Swinging & Sliding at the park. Dancing in the breeze and Watching the rain.
But then…Summer arrives. Sweltering. Unwelcome. The sidewalks burn our feet. The sun scorches our cheeks and shoulders. The playgrounds are scalding. 100+ degrees means we’re stuck inside with our friend A.C. (who is not nearly as entertaining as Nat).
We’re not really mall-play-area or going-to-the-movies kind of people. We’d rather not wander the aisles at Target or go to Peter Piper Pizza. It’s not really our style.
So we make our own fun at home:
BUT we yearn for the billowing trees, the fresh air in our lungs, the cool splash of river water on our cheeks. We keep talking about an escape to Seattle. Perhaps Portland. We watch the airline Twitter streams for discounts.
We are also hopeful that a weekend camping trip is in our future. Good old-fashioned tent camping in a cooler place. Under the stars. With sticky fingers from s’mores, stories around the fire, skipping rocks, singing songs, exploring. Being Together. Our very favorite place to be.
I like Southern Arizona. I really do. But, for the record, summer is hard to bear.
What do you do when you’re stuck indoors due to hot, freezing, or stormy weather? Also – do you enjoy camping?