When I was younger, lets say school age, the summer holidays seem to last for ever, the sun always shone, I was out on my bike from dawn till dusk, finding adventures alone or with friends, mum relaxed the rules on sweets and treats and I got a lolly ice from the ice cream van almost every day and even fizzy pop from the pop van once a week. I've spent the last few years desperately trying to recreate these halcyon days for my own children, finally, I have to admit defeat. They'll make their own memories from mammoth XBox tournaments, sleeping till noon, movie sessions and the occasional sleepover, I'm sure they'll be good memories too.
This summer I tried to inspire them with the She Who Dares spirit; Daily walks for a dose of fresh air, the odd trip to the beach. There they watch from a distance as I swim a little in the murky waters of the North Sea, stepping back as I cajole them into joining me on the waltzers spinning on the pier, shake their heads as I proffer sugary doughnuts and pints of hot tea.
I thought we had it cracked on our holiday this year, a Baltic cruise to new places, culture rich and super organised, my daily lists were abandoned as the Cruise Compass delivered to the cabin listed everything for me. Given the choice of activities, my kids opted out of most of them, with the occasional flash of participation when I wore them down. A quick dip in the pool on deck 12, even if it was lashing down and a force 9 gale, climbing the wall on the very top deck above the churning North Sea. There was no opportunity for outdoor swimming, so they got out of that one, although I did dip a toe into the Baltic shoreside in Tallin. I suppose they don't need to be inspired by me, they'll find their own way. For everyone else, a copy of the newly available She Who Dares book is a good starting point!