Just got back from the beach about an hour ago. We stayed all day and the kids are completely wiped out. So is our dog.
We live only five minutes by car from the beach, and yes dogs are actually allowed at this one, but our schedules have been so difficult over the last years we have not been able to go as often as we'd like. We make a point of going when we are able, which should now be every weekend.
For the first time in the eight years we've been married, my husband and I have two days off together every single week, plus evenings off together to accomplish the daily work of life. That means we get to plan things for weekends and holidays now. It's new for us, and it is lovely.
It's interesting to me how strange this feels, for us to have what is essentially a normal family schedule, but oh do I love it.
We are also trying to ensure our kids have as many good memories of our Island as possible. They will be 8.5 and nearly five years old when we leave, but will be nearly 13 and 9 when we get back. They'll have spent most of their school years in Ontario, Alberta, or Newfoundland. They probably won't remember here as much, though we plan to send them or bring them home as much as possible because we will be back here.
I worry sometimes about whether my kids will turn into city kids after we move. They are used to running free in fields, having huge yards to run in, trees to climb, dogs that can run free, food that was grown or raised within spitting distance of home. What if they decide they want malls and tiny apartments and subways and access to a ton of stores they never shop at because that's what they were exposed to during those preteen years?
I worry they won't see my home as their home anymore. So we're doing everything we can to help them build those memories to take with them, to maybe carry them through the years away.