My last post not only cleared something out, but it left me clearer.
I didn't take the girls on adventures this summer, like I wanted to, like I intended to, not because Z is particularly challenging, but because I was scared. I was scared it would be emotionally messy. I was scared I couldn't handle it. I was scared my expectations for Fun with a Capital F wouldn't be met due to Emotions with a capital E.
After I wrote that post, I looked at our last week before school, our wide open, NO PLANS WHATSOEVER week, and made some plans. Because I can handle it. Or, even if I can't, I want to chose to muddle through in the spirit of adventure.
We went floating down the Shenandoah River on a perfect, gorgeous day and stopped for ice cream on the way home.
We had one last trip to the local outdoor water park where CG met us with pizza for dinner.
We spent the day at a lake in Maryland with some friends to picnic and swim and build a "dam".
I even took the girls, their dolls and a friend on their first trip to the American Girl Doll Store for lunch, hair styling and allowance spending. (And I only thought seriously about what my medal for that one would look like ONCE.)
But that's life, right? Bumps and deep breaths and even emotional meltdowns are to be expected, whether we are at home or off to a new place. So why not try the new places?
Because there was also fun. So much fun.
And I'm pretty sure the fun is what we'll remember most.