For the past several years, we have packed our son off to bond with his paternal grandparents for the month of July. The first year it was just for two weeks. The next year it was for a month, and has been ever since. Tomorrow we drive him to Rhode Island for his annual adventure at Camp Grandma and Grandpa. This is actually the first year for the Rhode Island incarnation of the camp. All previous years have been in Maine.
For the first week or two we usually revel in our freedom from our typical parental duties. We each spend extra time indulging ourselves in our favorite activities, and also spend a bit more time together. By the end of the third week, we really start to miss having the child around.
We are all very fortunate to have this break each summer. My husband's parents love the time that they get to spend with their grandson. Our son loves having time away from us with people who are much quicker to forgive him his crimes and who are less motivated to mold his behavior in a responsible fashion. And, of course, we love our chance at freedom.
I wish that every parent, and child over the age of eight, had this opportunity.