Somehow I blinked and summer disappeared. I don’t know when or how, but school is right around the corner and once again I’m trying to finish up plans for our new homeschool year.

It’s usually around this time each year when I wonder what we accomplished this summer. Then my next thought is, why do I always feel like I have to accomplish something?

Is there some manual that says parents must be productive 100% of the time? Or an 11^th commandment, “There shall be no rest for parents?” Or do only “good parents” constantly accomplish something?

No, no, and no. Yet, isn’t that how we feel sometimes? If we have any down time, all the undone chores come to mind. Or if Suzie Homemaker down the road has a spotless house, bakes, serves only homecooked healthy meals, and exercises regularly then she’s accomplishing something and we must not be.

It’s amazing how many unspoken measurements we set for ourselves … and usually they are based off of the achievements of someone else. Here’s the thing–God wired all of us differently and we were never meant to be copy cats of the next person. Plus, each family has their own set of values and priorities. So why compare ourselves to the next person? I know, easier said than done.

So I confess … my house is not clean. My floors are overdue on sweeping. Towels lay waiting to be folded. Dust bunnies have had a long overdue party on my furniture. Paperwork lies on my office floor. But instead of cleaning this last weekend I took my own advice from my last entry–we drove to Denver for a family weekend and went to the water park. What fun!

As I see it, I can clean for the rest my life. But my daughter will head off for college in just four short years.

I took my daughter and her friend to the local community indoor pool thinking I could claim a corner of sitting area to write. I found such a place …  for a while. That was until a daycare facility unleashed their kids and my little area became rather cramped and loud.

One little boy found me inviting even though I was engrossed in my make-shift office. My diligent work efforts didn’t sway this eight-year-old. He shook my hand, introduced himself, and made conversation with me. He demonstrated his armpit noises and hip cracking abilities. He told me about his gaming applications on his iPhone (they sure learn young, don’t they?), asked about my daughter and whether she was having fun, told me about his “teenager feet” he’ll have one day and the “teenager shoes” he will get (sneakers) … he went on and on, then was off to swim.

As I thought about the little boy and watched the kids frolic in the pool, I scanned the adults (myself included) in the room. What a contrast. The kids were smiling, laughing, and having a ball. Many of the adults read, or sat appearing like they would rather have a root canal, were consumed by their cell phone, or had an occasional conversation with the person next to them.

I looked for the little eight-year-old boy and watched him jump in the pool and come up out of the water with a huge smile on his face. “Watch me,” he said to the lifeguard, but she was focused on her job. That didn’t sway him. He showed her another trick, and another.

I watched as kids were thrilled with life and the adventures in the community pool while many adults appeared to just be watching the clock or focused on what they had to do.

My mind thought back to what a ten-year-old boy said one time, “I don’t want to have children because then you work all the time.”

Is that what we do? Perhaps at times. I know that if I’m not careful, I could spend my days checking off my to-do list. I’m not sure about your list, but mine typically does not contain “have fun” as an item. Perhaps it should.

Yes, we do have responsibilities we must follow through on, laundry must be done, dishes have to be washed, we need an income to pay bills, but shouldn’t there be more to our days in raising our children?  I believe so.

What would change if all us parents added “have fun” to our list of daily obligations? Who knows, maybe we just might discover a little more life in this journey.