The longer days have arrived, and so has the chaos that comes with them. The sweaty, sticky, sun-creamy children running wild, fuelled by ice lollies and picky bits. The discarded clothes, the wet towels from yet another water fight. Nobody is sleeping well, the house is a mess, nobody knows what they want to eat, and you’re forever chasing the children around with the factor 50 and a water bottle.

The moment you sit down, you have to go and lifeguard your makeshift water park in the garden that’s filled with bugs, grass, stones, petals—you name it. Then, just when you think everyone is finally settled, they all want to go back inside because they’re too hot.
It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the madness and become frustrated. But if you actually stop for a moment, pause, breathe, and watch, you’ll see something magical. Their childhood. It’s unfolding right before your eyes, and although it’s hard to see sometimes, it’s there.
Being a 90’s baby there’s something so nostalgic in going back to basics and letting it all just be. No frills, no fuss, just raw childhood. Being in it with them is something I know I won’t regret.
The sticky little fingers. The pitter-patter of wet feet running to the freezer for another ice lolly. The wonder in their eyes as you simply put the slide into the paddling pool and create their very own water slide. Their need to be close to you, even when it’s hot. Their skin against yours while they doze in the afternoon sun. The squeals of happiness as the hosepipe makes its first splutter of the day. The late nights spent laughing and running around because the sun’s still up and they don’t want to sleep.

Those extra hours are the golden ones. Make them count. Be present with them, play with them, let them be children.
I wrote a poem earlier this week.
Soaking up the summer
The longer days,
the warm air,
the sun-creamy cuddles,
the sticky little ice lolly fingers,
and the last summer that your children will be this little.
The paddling pool puddles,
the grass trodden through the house,
the sprawl of discarded clothes
in the too-hot weather.
The mess won’t be forever.
The sun-kissed noses,
the hosepipe squeals,
the picnic lunches
and late evening meals.
The trips to the beach
where things are forgotten,
but the days are not.
Those will be remembered.
Memories that last.
The laughter,
the sunsets.
Soaking up the summer,
It will never be quite this good.
Take in their smiling faces.
This is their childhood.
Ask yourself: will you embrace it, or fight it?
Life is short. Soon you’ll be longing for these summer days. You’ll miss the chaos and the noise, and you’ll wish you could go back to a time when you were all together.
So even when it’s hot, allow the cuddles. Allow the late nights. Adapt to a new routine. It will be brief, but so worth it.

















