the long stretch of summer

do you remember summer and Christmas as a kid? When your legs start to stick to the school chair and your back feels damp in an un-airconditioned classroom with 30+ other bodies.
When the pace at school suddenly starts to slow, your teacher goes from being tired and cranky to cracking jokes and letting you watch videos.
When you spend more time in class making christmas decorations and eating so many candy canes you silently say a thanks that they only appear once a year.
When cherries are plentiful. And grapes. And mangoes. And stone fruit of every flavour.
When you have Christmas and what feels like an eternity ahead of you in what is otherwise is called h.o.l.i.d.a.y.s.

It was the last day of school today in New South Wales. Oscar seems pretty darn chuffed about it although when I pointed out he’d have a new teacher next year (but the same aide – who sent home a card for us today, thanking us for letting her work with our “magnificent, wonderful boy” – so I’ve said several quiet prayers of thanks for that one) he gave me a look of “oh you stupid woman, no I won’t”. He will, but we’ll cross that bridge oh, the day before he goes back, because the lack of ability to understand the concept of time is hard enough to live with without adding in a level of anxiety.

But Felix, the sensitive, competitive, always has to win, self-conscious little fella? Was a mess this morning before school because he was never going back after today (mwahahaha what a shuddering reality that’s going to be when he grasps the idea it’s for another, oh, t.e.n. years) and he was worried about how long the holidays were and what he was going to do all that time (geekgeekgeekgeekgeek). And tonight? Went to bed in tears because he’s going to miss his teacher, Mrs G, sooo much and never see her again. When I pointed out she would be in the playground he sobbed even louder, saying it wouldn’t be long enough at recess. I mean, can this kid break my heart any harder?

Anyway, Chef and I can’t ever remember being sad that summer holidays were here. Sure, when they were over, but at the beginning? Not so much.

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  • daysgoby

    Oh, poor guys.

    Will Santa distract them, or will this be an on-going sadness?

  • Jonathan

    I remember breaking up for summer at school – with a young mind struggling to grasp the enormity of 6 weeks off school…

    Days spent climbing trees, playing in the street, making secret bases under bushes, playing cops and robbers on bikes, doctors and nurses with the naughty girl across the road, and drawing lots to fetch the ball from *that* back garden…

  • MsCellania

    Ah,harkens me back…

    Your chilluns are sweet, Kim. You are lucky.

    Gosh, I’m about to start a blankie for Numero Quatro. Dare I do Pastels? Or does Chef just throw boys? If you find out if there is/is not a penis, could you let me know?

  • h&b

    I liked school.

    The 3.30pm bell would snap me into reality: the fact that i’d have to go home.

    Holidays were hell and not joyous at all. School was my Savior.

    I’m determined my son’s experience will be different.

  • Kim

    h+b – I think my experience in highschool mirrors what you’re saying. Primary was marked by glorious long days spent hanging out with friends and swimming, swimming, swimming. It’s a weird thing about being young, that playing Marco Polo eleventy gagillion times each and every day was

    Days – he seems to have recovered sufficiently – or maybe it’s just the distraction of Christmas.

    MsC – you are not! I am feeling tres tres special. Something may show itself at the 18 week scan but ‘officially’ we’re not going to find out. Personally, I’m thinking after three boys we’re physically incapable of producing pink ones, but a friend of mine pointed out 50:50 each and every time!

    Imagine – a pink one!

  • Elizabeth

    Just thought I would barge into the blog to wish you and Berry Boys a muy feliz navidad y un propero (big emphasis on the prospero)año nuevo.

    Wishing Chile would fulfil its potential of its Southern Hemisphere-ishness and warm up Aussie style. It is v dreary and cold down here at the moment.

    I am sure the house will be brimming with delicious treats as only you and Chef and make. Enjoy lovely lady.

    Elizabeth y Matthew

  • Joke

    It’s summer here, even though it’s winter. 30C on Christmas Day.

    Merry Christmas to you & yours, Kim.


  • Suse

    Happy Christmas dear Kimmy!

  • Matthew

    Kim your blog rocks – love reading it.

    Want to see pics of this fancy spring free trampoline! The concept of not worring your gonads will be what stops you from falling through the springs after a double bounce from your sister, is a comforting one.

  • Hannelie

    Hi Kim, visiting via tony’s blog today. I loved your blog and stories, I am mum of three too and live in sunny Perth! My last bub was born in 2005..and I think we have the same three wheeler prams LOL. Loved your photo’s I went over for a peek.
    Hope you enjoy your summer holidays and that Christmas was a goodie!
    Perth greetings, Hannelie