All posts tagged: Making It A Great Summer

Making It a Great Summer (by guest blogger, Deneitra Hutchinson)

I recently participated in a fantastic Twitter chat hosted by children’s author Terri Trenchard and life & wellness coach Trisha Chason. Everyone participating had one goal in mind: making this a productive and positive summer for the entire family. Here, in my opinion, is the best of that conversation. Be sure to add your favorite summer tips in the comment section below. With the end of the school year, comes summer break. Will summer be like a Country Time lemonade commercial or a time of planned activities — or both? As parents, our youthful days of summer have long passed. We played all day with friends and family. We spent the day in the woods, exploring. When we stayed home, we read until our heads hurt. We made-up games, rode bikes, and visited each other’s homes. But what about our children? What do they want? CHALLENGE 1: Ask your child to describe a healthy, summer day. Do they want regular “chill” activities or do they want BIG, ELABORATE plans? How much is enough…one weekday, and one …

Who Loves Summer?

I do.  Absolutely.  Best time of the year.  That’s why . . . well . . . my blog’s just a little light these summer days.  I like it the good ‘ole fashioned way:  lemonade stands, long days at the pool, late bedtimes cuz the fireflies are still out, hopscotch followed by vanilla custard and chocolate jimmies.  Not to mention the beach.  Pure grace.  The waves come in, the waves go out.  And no one, not a one, is ever the same.  Pure grace. Sand castles, riding the waves, drip castles.  Gotta love those sand buckets, filled with water, making the highest drip castle ever.  Bike rides, the smell of sunscreen, the scent of bug spray.  Even the occasional mosquito bug itch.  And the smell of summer grass, freshly clipped, in the heat of the summer night.  So forgive me if I’m not bloggin’ . . . but I’m on a little hiatus, with the kids, the sand, the sidewalk chalk, the summer sun.  Like every year, it sifts right through our hands. Catch it …