Maisa is just days from being a first-grader. Year 1 sure went fast.
Summertime in Farley, Iowa, was a special time and place for a child of the late 80s and early 90s. I wouldn’t trade those memories for all the gold in Fort Knox.
I was very fortunate to have a parent who didn’t work during the summer. No babysitter or child care for me. Just fun in the sun, day after day, in my own neighborhood.
Jill and I are like so many married couples in Iowa — we both have to work in order to pay the bills. Our state has one of the country’s highest rates of two-income households. Iowans’ tireless work ethic no doubt plays a part in that phenomenon.
So I’m just a little sad that Maisa has to do summer camp every day instead of being home all summer. Oh sure, she’ll have a blast with her little friends, but her mom and dad just wish we could see Little Miss more than a few hours each day. :-/
I wish Maisa could have the opportunity to look forward to a true summer vacation — away from school — but this is our life and we’ll just have to make the best of it. :-)