>So, I am owning up to my mommy-failings (well at least some of them, teehee). I’m going to start a mommy failures anonymous chapter here in Amman. Hi. My name is MommaBean and I’m a failure. Haha! I can see it now. Please don’t think I’m down on myself as that’s truly not the case. But I was thinking today about my plans for the summer, all the things we were going to do: practice our handwriting, get focused on reading, solidify friendships with friends, practice Arabic. And, well, we’ve suffered a mommy failure. So far this summer, we’ve had two play date other than our weekly standing visit with Lil Kinz. We practice Arabic only when the tutor is here and we’ve practiced reading twice. We haven’t practice writing even once. Yikes!
Lest you think we’ve accomplished other worthwhile things, we haven’t done any art projects, special trips, anything. Okay, we did one family trip to Ajloun castle, which has been the highlight so far, but still…
We’ve fundamentally had the summer of my childhood, time spent doing not much of anything. Time to play and get bored (how wonderful is boredom as a learning method). The kids are spending time making up new games based on things they’ve seen and heard. They’re taking their favorite shows and reenacting them, improving them, changing them. And, I find myself thinking, maybe this is what summer should be all about. But I will own up to my failing as one who doesn’t like to call people I don’t know well and arrange social gatherings. I think I need a social secretary for the kids… Teehee. Any thoughts?