I have a love-hate relationship with the school year. I love the daily rhythm, structure, and deadlines it brings and hate the busy-ness, struggles with homework, and gross school lunches Elle insists on eating. But summer… My relationship status with summer is best described as “it’s complicated.”

A special welcome to Jen from Midday Mornings!  I’ve known Jen for several years and am grateful for her friendship and encouragement. As my editor, she held my hand when I first started blogging. She is an amazing mother and confidant and I hope you find as much wisdom from her writing as I have over the years!

Summer: It’s Complicated

I have a love-hate relationship with the school year. I love the daily rhythm, structure, and deadlines it brings and hate the busy-ness, struggles with homework, and gross school lunches Elle insists on eating. But summer… My relationship status with summer is best described as “it’s complicated.”

Summer brings freedom from the deadlines and pressures of school, yes. It brings long days of sunshine, memory-making, and unstructured growth. But summer with an only child can also bring dread, misery, and downright boredom for both mother and child.

Only-Child Summers

Raising an only child was never in my plans, but after 8 years of doing just that, I think I’ve finally gotten a handle on it. I’ve learned to have a chat with every new babysitter about how different it is babysitting one kid versus a gaggle. I’ve learned to force my introverted self out a little more so that our daughter could get more experience sharing, communicating with children her age, and engaging in age-appropriate imaginative play. But the one thing I hadn’t learned until our 8th summer together was to shed the mom-guilt of not being the perfect summertime playmate, entertainer, and event planner.

Pressure to Perform

Sure, I want to make each summer magical just like most other moms. And I do plan fun activities and special events to create opportunities for life-long memories. But it’s the pressure to perform to a very attentive solitary audience member that has stirred up legitimate dread in my mother-heart as summer approaches.

There is no “play with your brother/sister” option. It’s just you and your kid. All day long. Every day.

Memories & Burn Out

Over the years I’ve learned to treat frequent trips to stores like mini vacations, using window shopping like watching a spectacular 3D movie. We’ve gone to splash parks, invited friends to Lego time at the local library, and played video games together. We’ve played badminton and soccer, made colored rice “paintings,” and held tea parties. We’ve ridden bikes together and finished long chapter books that I read aloud from each night. Looking back, we’ve made some beautiful summer memories.

However, some of those memories are darkened by the anxiety of creating those memorable moments day after day without respite. And there are even memories of times I’ve wound up in bed so anxious about what I have to plan for the next day that I couldn’t sleep at all.

My Lightbulb Moment

After years of mounting dread and anxiety over the Best Summer Ever Show I felt compelled to put on each summer, I finally had an epiphany. The epiphany was just advice that my husband had been giving me summer after summer – but I was finally so desperate that I actually believed it. The epiphany was this:

I’m a good mom. I’m a good mom when I plan a tea party and sign my kid up for summer activities and when we go to Disney World. I’m also a good mom when I take some alone time before, during, and after making those memories to recharge and re-center myself. I don’t have to have my entertainer hat on 24/7 during the summer.

When I let that truth sink into my frazzled heart, I felt a heavy burden lift off my shoulders.

Taking Time for Me

This summer I’m managing the Best Summer Ever Show for a tween and a toddler. The age gap doesn’t add just another ring to my circus, but two entirely separate tents. A library summer program for the tween doesn’t quite work for the toddler. Playing with blocks for an hour every single day doesn’t quite work for the tween. I’ve had to learn a new act – juggling emojis, nap times, dabs, and diaper bags – to continue my greatest show on earth.

I’ll be honest: the learning curve has been exhausting at times. And that’s why taking time for me has been such a crucial life lesson. I feed the toddler breakfast and have a rule that the tween can’t ask me any questions while I eat a very quick breakfast in peace. During my toddler’s nap time, I spend time with my tween but leave some time for me too. After cooking and eating dinner as a family, my husband lets me disappear for 5-30 minutes, knowing it’s a time I use to recharge myself for the final sprint of the day.

Sometimes “me time” is spending 5 mind-numbing minutes on Facebook. Other times it’s reading a chapter or two of the book I’m on. “Me time” can be working on a hobby, eating a treat, texting a friend, or watching Pinterest’s daily food videos. (Is anyone else addicted to those too?)

Your Permission Slip

Since realizing my job as a mother isn’t synonymous with a job as a professional entertainer, I don’t dread summer as much. My toddler and tween are still making memories even though the Best Summer Show Ever is playing maybe half the time it used to be. And when the Show is on, the Ring Leader looks more vibrant, has more energy, and can truly savor each moment.

So, I challenge you, Mama – if you’re stressed out trying to pack fun memorable moments into every second of every day, it’s ok if you stop. It’s ok if you take a 5-minute (or 30-minute) break and do something completely unrelated to your kids or to summer or to making memories. Ultimately, your kids, and your Best Summer Show Ever, will thank you for it.

Jen Schultz

Jen Schultz

Owner and Curator at MiddayMornings
I love words. Words can change your perspective – they can uplift, discourage, enlighten, or burden you. I am honored to contribute on Choosing Wisdom. I’m currently gaining my own nuggets of wisdom as I mother two children with an age difference of almost 9 years. I have a passion for life-long learning, reading, cooking, and eating. My husband is my soulmate and best friend – and most likely the only one who could put up with my shenanigans.

Jen can be found blogging at MiddayMornings.com
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10 thoughts on “Here’s Your Permission to Take a Break Without Mom Guilt”

    1. Glad to hear it! It’s so true – taking care of ourselves allows us to give our kids a better mom. Thanks for stopping by, Jaclyn.

    1. So true! I just saw a quote today that said “Taking care of yourself doesn’t mean ‘me first.’ It means ‘me too.'” (The quote is by L. R. Knost.) Such wisdom for us all to keep in mind!

  1. Thank you for being so honest! I don’t love summer, and I have a bit of guilt about that. I work full time and I often feel guilty that I can’t do summertime things with my daughter during the week — and I’m too tired to do summer things on the weekend! I’m learning to give myself permission to do what feels best for me and our family.

    1. A happy momma is the best momma. It’s so tough to not compare to what other moms are doing. When all is said and done, your daughter won’t remember what you all did or didn’t do during the summers – she’ll remember how you made her feel loved during the time you could spend together. I think that’s the best gift we can give to our children. Thanks for stopping by, Brittany.

  2. It’s so important to take a few minutes for yourself, even if it’s only to check Facebook like you said. And as an only child, I look back and appreciate the time I had to myself as a child. I think it’s helped me as an adult not feel the need to fill every moment with something/someone and helped build my imagination. So I wouldn’t feel guilty about not being able to be a constant playmate/entertainer for your child.

  3. Love this post. I have four little girls ages 3,3,7and 9 so mom guilt is my bff. Someone is always getting shorted, pissed or snipped at. Time to let the guilt out and focus on all I am doing right.

    1. Yes! We can get so caught up in the “I’m doing life wrong” trap that it can be so hard to focus on everything we’re doing right.

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