I did not try to talk her out of this, justify this, or tell her she doesn’t know the complexities involved. Because she’s right.

Those first few weeks were brutal, to be sure; the “transition” period of remembering how to be around your sibling all day every day can be a painfully exasperating task.  Those weeks also included a seemingly unending chorus of “Mo-om!  We don’t know what to do!”   They were always annoyed with my overly-chipper answer.  “How wonderful!  You are facing an empty canvas of possibilities!  What COULD you do?!!  How very fun!  I wonder what you will decide!”  (Eyes rolling my direction.)  But then, just as I was about to doubt the benefits of boredom and sign them up for seventy-eight camps, we made it over the hump of early-summer-exasperation… and the magic kicked in.  You know what magic I’m talking about- it’s the same kind of magic that made your own summers so memorable, when  you and your best friend would pretend to be Nancy Drew and ride around the neighborhood on your bikes with your trusty notebooks solving mysteries, or that time you and your brother converted the new refrigerator box into the Millenium Falcon.  

The last two months my kids made hand puppets and bookmarks and even laptops out of cardstock, they built forts and ships and space rockets out of pillows, they held a rather extensively planned doggie day care for our dog Baxter, much to his chagrin.  They went on approximately 47, 382 treasure hunts, each with stunning results.  (“I LOVE this blue floppy piece of felt!  Awesome!”)  They saved the world from the bad guys at least once a day throughout the month of July, often wearing velcro Superman and Batman capes for added flair.  One day, they dressed up as Mario and Luigi and spent the entire day pretending that our house was the Super Mario Galaxy.  (I think at some point they attempted to spin poor Baxter like a turtle, which may have been the low point of his summer.) 

I’m not sure they will share those things in a few weeks when someone asks what they did this summer.  They’ll probably say they went to the beach and got to go to the museums in New York City.  But when they get older, I hope they’ll remember the magic of a summer filled with empty days and the gift of boredom, and remember that time they sailed across the ocean on a big pillow toward an enchanted island.  That’s the part I’ll remember most fondly.