It’s Graduation season around here! I see grad-themed Tweets and Facebook posts and Instagrams every day. My own daughter will soon be a “Grade 5 Graduate” from her junior French Immersion school.
This is the time of year when every time a mother turns around, she needs to dole out forty bucks or so — for things like dance photos, theatre seats for the choir show, baseball team snack duty, or year-end excursions to Wonderland. It’s also a time when we need to look ahead to the fall activities for the kids, to make sure we don’t miss the boat: “You better sign up for the fall programs andget the early-bird rate! The class/league/program for __________ is already half full!”
In spite of this erratic Canadian spring, summer really is around the corner. The days are longer, the gardens are lush and green, and the smell of freshly cut grass surrounds me as I get the kids off to school in the morning. It’s my most favourite time of year.
This hilarious post, “Worst End of School Mom Ever” by Jen Hatmaker, appeared in the Huff Post earlier this month. Then it went viral on the web — appearing in Twitter and Facebook news feeds everywhere. I found it in my inbox a dozen times, forwarded by friends who are not social-media-savvy. It hits home on so many levels! Take a read if you haven’t already: “Worst End of School Mom Ever” by Jen Hatmaker