It’s the weekend after the final week of school for Vicki and the kids. I give her grief, but I’m glad that as a teacher she gets the summer off to refresh and rejuvenate. Both children had good years, and as they’ve gotten older their personalities have started to shine through in all the interaction with friends, classmates, teachers and each other.
Trace is fourteen, getting ready to head to high school next year. Cammi is twelve, growing up into her own as well. They both have abilities and gifts, humor and passion that will help guide them into whatever they decide to do with their lives. It’s fun to see, and it’s a good burden to have as a parent to “train up a child in the way he/she should go…”
The past few weeks, that “training” has taken the form of movies. They’ve both now seen the original KARATE KID, and I spent one weekend introducing Trace to FLETCH and STAR TREK IV (that’s right, the one with the whales and William Shatner explaining cursing to Spock). Tonight, there’s no telling what we might choose – and that’s the fun part of summer, right?
I’m also trying to raise them up on the joys of a good book while watching baseball. The Braves are on a tear, and tonight the Gamecocks continue on in their regional against the Citadel. I loved many summer days, especially the way too hot ones or the will it ever stop raining ones, kicking back on the couch or out on the porch swing with a Braves game on the TV/radio and just chillaxing before we knew what chillaxing was.
Think we’re going to pull up SILVERADO on the Netflix Wii and enjoy the A/C a bit.