Dispatches from the Suburbs
The Tarts are delighted to welcome back guest blogger Jennifer Vido, whose "Jen's Jewels" column at FreshFiction.com is one of our favorite places to read about books. Jen's here to tell us what's up with life in the suburbs lately. No surprise as the school year winds to a close, it has a lot to do with those kidlets! You can also visit Jen at her website.
The majority of Americans look forward to Daylight Savings time for the simple fact that it brings the countdown to summer. Those days when you skip work due to that supposed cold which can only be remedied by spending an afternoon on the golf course rather than in the boardroom. Yes, you know exactly what I am talking about. Of course all of this is well and good unless you happen to be in that special category that is marked with three simple letters -- M-O-M. Then, I'm sorry to say, you're totally exempt from this sickness. For us moms, Daylight Savings Time signifies one thing and one thing only . . . .the dreaded end of the school year.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not lamenting over the prospect of having our sons at home with me 24/7, all summer, every day, rain or shine. (That's a topic for another blog, my friends.) No, I'm talking about all of the obligatory school functions that never seem to end. I don't know about you, but I'm finding that I hardly have enough time to get things done. And if that's not bad enough, the teachers feel the need to assign twice the amount of homework in an attempt to complete their curriculum by June.
Take for instance my son's middle school social studies class. I am sure that many of you can remember (with agony) your child's first research project. You know -- the one that requires a zillion note cards, a complete sentence outline, and my all-time favorite, the tri-fold display board. Honestly, by the time it was completed, I swear Julius Caesar wound up becoming the fifth member of our family. This project was a valuable learning tool, but quite frankly it was also a painful lesson in time management for the entire family.
Besides schoolwork, springtime also brings many other obligations. This is what the past month looked like at our house. We had two first communions, a baptism, three family birthday parties, the required spring school concert, lacrosse practice and games, the social studies fair, a walk-a-thon for the Arthritis Foundation, scouts, and sign-ups for summer camps. That's just a sampling of what's been happening. Whew! I'm exhausted just writing about it!
But then on Friday, it finally dawned on me. As I was sitting in my son's first grade classroom enjoying the Mother's Day Tea, I realized that it would be my last. Next year, he'll be in second grade, where Mother's Day Teas are no longer celebrated. My older son will be in seventh grade, a step closer to high school, where hugs will no longer be readily accepted. And I stopped and asked myself this question . . What's the hurry? Even though I'm tired and I have ugly bags under my eyes, this is my life. And I wouldn't trade it for the world.
So now, as I prepare for my Herculean work, I listen to that little voice in my head reminding me that this too shall pass, and all too soon. Within a blink of an eye, I'll be reminiscing with my husband about these crazy days when it was such a struggle to keep my head above water. And yes, a lonely tear will run down my cheek as I wish that I could have it all back.