On the last night of my eight-year-old son's summer vacation, I scan my memory - and my Instagram feed - to see if it was enough.
If we had "enough" fun. If we made meaningful memories. Whether we had the right ratio of enriching experiences to lazy afternoons, whether we kept up with his reading practice and whether we blew off his 8pm bedtime enough nights that he felt like he was getting away with something slightly illicit.
I'm pleased to say I think we pulled it off, my little family and I, and the lovely people with whom we shared this summer's fleeting days.