June in SoCal has been mild, but with each day tiptoeing into July, we are headed for spikes in temperatures that could set our hair on fire. In other words, it’s sum-sum-summertime.
Fortunately, we get the dry kind of heat in this part of California. I say fortunately because me and humidity do not get along. Regardless of dry or humid air, when the thermometer heads north of 100 degrees, (which it is predicted to do by leaps and bounds over the next few days) I don’t care whether it is north, south, east or west, it is HOT!
Growing up in Los Angeles summers, my mom used to make me take timeout indoors between noon and 2 p.m. Back then it was because of smog. Nasty stuff. The enforced “quiet time” in my bedroom gave me time to think and daydream. Once I became a mother and used the “quiet time” technique with my kids, I realized that special time still afforded me time to think and daydream. It also made me realize that my mom probably loved her time alone without the distraction of a little kid, too.
We didn’t take “vacations” as such, but we’d have barbecues or on Friday nights,drive up to San Jose to visit our family and cousins for the weekend, or do day trips around Los Angeles.
I still remember the two summers I got to go to camp. The first when I was ten and that was a beach camp and the next year I got to go, through the YMCA, to the mountains. I remember being scared to death to go off alone with strangers to camp, but each time I survived and managed to enjoy myself. Looking back, I love my mom so much for signing me up. I know she did it because she wanted to give me an experience she never had, and once I got over my fear, she gifted me with sweet memories.
In the same way, I pushed my kids to do things I never had the chance to do growing up, and I hope, now that they’re adults, they appreciate those opportunities.
My favorite memories of summer were getting to go back outside after dinner to play with the neighborhood kids until dark. We’d play croquet, or tag, or devise some complicated game that no one really understood, but would give us a chance to run wild and scream and laugh. Getting a few mosquito bites were worth it, and after taking a bath and going to bed, I’d take my time falling asleep, so I could replay in my mind all the fun I’d had. Bites and all.
Anyone enjoy Christmas in July? If so, I hope you’ll consider reading THEIR CHRISTMAS MIRACLE. Who knows, maybe it will trick you into thinking it isn’t hotter than hades outside.
No matter what your summer plans are, I hope they involve fun, sun, adventure, and don’t forget to save time for reflection and peace…
What did you like to do most during the summer as a kid? I’d love to hear your stories.
Until next time, make it a great one!