She sat in the shade of the patio awning, twisting a melting Drumstick along her outstretched tongue. I sat across from her, examining the freckles splayed across the bridge of her nose (too many new ones to count) and watching the way her copper hair glistened in the sunlight. Pink swim goggles rested across her forehead. I smiled. She smiled back. Summer at the city pool.
It saved us.
See, as soon as school let out in June, we started checking off the bucket list. Bike rides, library programs, art camp, play dates. And I ushered my kids to and fro like any intentional mom would. Then in between their activities, I worked. I wrote. I checked e-mails and Instagram.
I’m an author and a blogger and an online spiritual coach—I have stuff to do. My responsibilities don’t take a summer vacation. If anything, they intensify as I juggle mom duty with work and ministry.
Don’t get me wrong—I love what I do, and I’m blessed. But life as a stay-at-home, work-from-home mom is constantly at odds. Family and deadlines vie for my attention during the same waking hours.
I thought I was balancing.
We took a family trip to the pool one Saturday afternoon, and our kids loved it. They loved it so much that they asked to go back again. And again. And again. Until finally my husband and I tallied up the daily pool fees and decided it made more sense economically to buy a season pass.
So we did.
And suddenly I had no financial deterrents to saying “sure” whenever the kids wanted to swim. In fact, the more we went to the pool, the better return we got on our investment, technically. More swimming meant smarter stewardship. So what was to stand in our way?