The children are poised between childhood and adolescence - they remind me of wet butterflies, emerging from their chrysalides. This summer they don't want to go on trips, or have adventures. They don't want to be entertained. They want to read, to draw, to lie full length on the sofa and mull over ideas. These moments of reflection are interspersed with days at friends' houses, or the arrival of friends at our house. I expect there will never be another summer quite like this one - by this time next year the children will have changed again.
And I know - I really do - that I too am poised on the brink of change. I sit outside in the evening, listening to Radio 4, and reading books about study skills.
The last time I was at University I had never heard of the phrase 'study skills' and every essay was an exercise in winging it. This time, things seem more professional - I think my essays may be much better structured, and certainly more crafted, as a result.
I enjoy this stillness, and this reflection. Perhaps I am picking this up from the children. There are two weeks of holiday left for them, and just over three weeks for me - plenty of time for more dozing on the sofa, philosophical discussions about Modern Warfare III, baking of cakes and reading of books and kindles.
I am enjoying this unstructured, floaty sort of summer very much.
|Summer 2012 - I like you too|