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May chases quiet moments out of corners, herds sleepy children into place. May punctuates everything with a performance, a party, a trophy. Calendars rise up like suds in a sink full of dishes and too much soap. Water seeps onto the kitchen floor until, suddenly, the drain is opened. School will be out. Children will lie sluggish on couches, bathed in dusty sunbeams. Long days will embrace gardens and swimming pools and racing tanned up bodies.
May is the trial of fire, the test of motherhood. You can write in May, or you can mother. You can cook, or you can attend the last soccer game, sandwiches in hand.
In May, before the summer comes, everything is bathed in golden light and calcified with significance. Tick tock. Six more days.
Six more days to freedom.
This makes me miss all the hubbub around the end of the school year. Tick tock - may your summer be luxurious, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThanks, M. That is my hope.
Delete'You can write in May, or you can mother.' This is pure truth.
ReplyDeleteLast week, I wrote. Now I am mothering and preparing to recycle old posts.
DeleteMay has been a complete blur. I am looking forward to sleeping until 8:00 a.m.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am looking forward to sleeping til 6. I figure I can eke an extra hour out of my evenings, go to bed at 10, get up at 6 and still manage to write before the kids get up. But after a year of 5 AM, 6 sounds luxurious. Here's to extra morning bed time for both of us.
DeleteI love this!!!! This is exactly how May feels! It is fun, but crazy, busy and then it is all over.
ReplyDeleteYes, when it first happened to me, I thought it was an international crisis. Fun, but still a crisis. Now, I always know it is coming, starting with spring soccer and then working its way toward year-end everything, all with a gift, a card, a trophy and a parent performance. Someday I am going to take a page from my parent's book and go live in a tipi on the edge of an empty piece of land. :)
DeleteSo true!
ReplyDelete4 days and counting...
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