Today marks the end of school for my son, Tyler. He has finished the third grade and will continue his journey into the fourth grade next year. Too say he is excited is an understatement.
Usually every year we finish the last day of school with something fun. This year was no different. We had lunch at an Applebee’s and then spent the afternoon at the nearby zoo.
For $20, it wasn’t a bad afternoon. It threatened to rain, but it never came. Also, for a small zoo, it was a lot of walking involved.
This zoo has been around since I was Tyler’s age. However, in the years, they have revamped it and made it bigger and included more animals. A small train ride has been added, which wasn’t too bad for the $2 per person. A petting zoo with goats were a fan favorite among my kids. We also saw most of the animals. Much to Lily’s disapproval, the kangaroo was hiding. Tyler claims he enjoyed the monkeys the most, but I suspect that had to do with the fact it was one of the few animals who were not snoozing in the afternoon sun.
My favorite had to be the lions. Two lion cubs were born around the same time as Lily, which puts them at about five years old now. It’s fun watching them grow each year. While they are like any cat and were lazying around today, one was showing off his teeth while trying to eat the flies buzzing around his head. I could have sit around watching them all day, but the kids wanted to go-go-go!
One of the lion cubs. Picture taken Summer 2015.
To finish off his last day of school celebration I am getting him his favorite dinner. Pizza and breadsticks. I’ve been deemed the “best mother ever” today and it feels good.
“I’m countless, Mom!” My daughter, Lily, just told me this when I asked her to count the number of butterflies on a page in her workbook. The correct answer would have been five, but following directions is something my daughter is not fond of.
She has heard the word before, most likely from me when I was telling someone about countless possibilities of something. And like any five year old, she misinterpreted the word. When I asked her to explain her reasoning on how she is countless, she told me it’s because she is out of numbers and therefore cannot count.
Anything to get out of doing work. I’m usually meet with a yawn and her saying she is too tired to do something. In a way, it’s nice to see a new excuse.
What she doesn’t understand is she is going to be learning countless things throughout her life. She’s already learned countless things so far, like putting on shoes, counting to ten, walking, talking, and so much more. At the age of five, her mind is already learning and has already learned many things. She is a smart little girl. I have a feeling there will be a day when she is the one teaching me things.
So while she may be “countless” right now, she won’t be in the future. Soon she will be able to count all the way to 100, something she currently feels like is impossible. And, like I was with the workbook page, I will be there on the side cheering her on while she learns countless new things.
This post is in response to today’s Daily Prompt: Countless.
So the day is winding down and little eyes are getting droopy. For a Monday, it wasn’t all that bad. I’m a lot like Garfield: I hate Mondays.
However, it’s the last week of school, therefore the last “real” Monday for the next couple of months. I no longer have to wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare lunches and make sure shirts are on the right way and underwear isn’t on heads. I’ll be able to sleep in a little bit more, not have to worry about getting out of the house at the correct time to beat the morning train that runs the tracks I need to cross.
I have been waiting for this Monday since Spring Break ended. Summer break for the kids are summer breaks for me too.
Of course, that leaves me with wondering what I am going to do to occupy the time of two young children. Sure, things are planned, like a possible vacation, trips to parks and zoo, field trips to museums to keep up with the learning. Play days with friends and late nights trying to catch bugs. But it’s not going to happen every single day.
A whole lot of planning will be involved in my next following Mondays. But as long as I can get my sleep until at least 8am, I’m okay with that. And I will get to sleep until 8am because I am the one making the fun stuff happen.
Sometimes being in charge is okay.