All year we have a jam-packed schedule that consists of hockey, dance, cheer, soccer, skiing, basketball, baseball, and numerous school activities. I like keeping my kids busy—it’s good for them, they enjoy all of their activities, and I am so proud of their accomplishments.

As the school year winds down, I start hearing about all of the camps. We have done a lot of them in the past and I have nothing against them, they’re great and my kids like them.

However, I think this summer I want to wing it.

When I was a kid, I remember getting so excited for the end of the school year because it meant I was going to wake up every day and not have anything that I had to do. The freedom and magic I felt as a child with nothing that I had to do was just awesome and I don’t want to rob my kids of these same experiences.

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I don’t want to do absolutely nothing because, let’s face it, four kids with nothing to do every day is a recipe for disaster. I just don’t want the summer to become as over-scheduled as the school year gets. I just want to get up and go to the beach on a whim, have a spontaneous trip to an amusement park or yes, even have one of those “do nothing days.”

I just know the summers we will spend together are numbered.

Before I know it, they will want to be anywhere but home during summer break. They’re all still little and get so excited when I surprise them with a trip to the frozen yogurt shop, splash pad, or park. Yes, there will be days I wish I had a schedule to follow or somewhere to send them for the day, but I still think this summer, I’m just going to wing it.

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Jennifer McCormick

My name is Jennifer McCormick, I’m a stay at home Mother to 4, one of which has Down Syndrome and Congenital Heart Disease. I live on the North Shore of Boston, Massachusetts. I love my children and advocating for those with no voice, like my daughter. 

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