Spring Break is over.
Bug is back to school. Hubster is back to studying furiously for the DAT (Dental Admission Test). Monkey is back to playing. I'm back to work...
Oh, wait. I was working the whole time.
I wish someone had told me that growing up involved giving up Spring Break, Summer Vacation, President's Day, Winter Recess, Labor Day, and parent-teacher conference recess. Actually, I think someone mentioned it one. I'm pretty sure I just laughed and said, "Don't be ridiculous. No one actually works during the summer!"
Our Spring Break didn't include exotic locales with palm trees and white sandy beaches. It didn't include amusement parks with giant mice.
Instead, our Spring Break included arts and craft time...
Our Spring Break included a tent in the boys bedroom that we all slept in, a bag of marshmallows, a box of cookies, and twenty library books...
(Well, Hubster waited until the rest of us were alseep and then he snuck back and enjoyed the comfort of a real mattress).
Our Spring Break included one day of snow (on the first day of spring, no less) that resulted in a snowball fight and a giant snowman.
Our Spring Break included, "Mom, if you take one more picture of me..."
Would I love to travel? Absolutely! But I think there is something valuable in teaching our children to be satisfied with spending time together as a family. Do I want their childhood memories to include beaches and DisneyWorld? Of course. But I want them to realize that happiness doesn't come from that, but from each other.
We may not have left home, but the memories are just as priceless.