Stop me if I seem to have written this post before…
It happens at the end of every school year. The cramming of projects, fieldtrips, concerts, plays, festivals, fairs, games, birthday parties, and celebrations of indeterminate source. It’s barely begun and I’m already over it.
My calender looks less like a schedule and more like a battle plan right now.
I don’t want the year to end in a rush and a whiz and dizzying blur of activity. I want to savor the last dregs of elementary school before my daughters launch off into middle and high school careers.
I want to enjoy my first grader’s sense of wonder. I want to spend time with my youngest before these activities and worldly demands start to suck him away from me as well.
So slow down Merry Go Round. Back off White Rabbit. We’re late. We’re late for the party, the project the festival and the fieldtrip. So be it. We’re not late for the date. We’re right on time. Right IN it.

Oh girl. I hear ya!!
You are so magically in it. Our desires are treacherous when coupled with these maddening engagements. Wishing you mercifully slowed moments within each milestone.