I was about to find out.
Facing summer with my two sons, ages 7 and 10, I was sifting through signups for swim team, rec camp, night camp, scout camp and enrichment classes. Overwhelmed, I asked the kids what they wanted to do during summer. “Soccer? Zoo School? Little Prodigy’s Art Club?”
“Why can’t we just play?” they asked.
I gave them a summer with no scheduled activities. At all.
I was sick of the pressure of racing around, sick of the pressure of improving my children, sick of the pervasive fear that if I didn’t constantly improve my children they would “fall behind.” So I let them have long, unscheduled days of nothing.
My book tells the funny, poignant and completely honest story of what that was like.