Although the title of this post is the name of a recent movie, it is also a term adequately describing this month. The beginning of school, the return of Boy Scout meetings and violin lessons, gymnastics lessons, two birthdays (and parties), and we have happily added an adoption to the month. The start of school also brings with it Meet the Teacher night, parent/child school orientation, PTA meetings, and homework. Needless to say, I'm exhausted!
It's interesting to compare the perspective of the child's versus the parents. I remember a carefree childhood, walking to and from school, playing with friends, coming in for dinner when I was called, the dreaded announcement of "bath time" (that always meant I had to come in early), laughing (or arguing) with my sisters, bed time stories about Brer Rabbit and Brer Bear...etc. I don't recall being rushed or feeling any need for organization or responsibility. But as an adult I feel much more pressure to get things done on time, to fit it all in in a day, to keep things organized, etc. Do my children notice this? Do they sense the pressure I experience? Or are they living the same type of carefree childhood I had, oblivious of the pressures of the adult world? I hope so.
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