I should be so excited that summer is right around the corner, right? Well I’m not. It is that time of year again where school is coming to an end, and I am filled with so many different emotions. My kids will bring home all their books and past artwork (some of which I have never seen!), some will be recycled while most will be put away in our memory boxes. To me, the beginning of the school year always signals a fresh new start, a new year with the anticipation of new memories that I will ultimately cut and paste into my children’s school albums. It is the end of the school year that I have a problem with.
The end of the year signals another year gone by too quickly, children growing up and me wondering if I should have volunteered more or why I missed that class performance. Time has slipped by too quickly yet again and I find myself wondering where the year went! Tears flow from regret, from sadness, from happiness, and from how blessed I feel to be a mom to two such awesome kids. Yes, I am the mom picking up her children on the last day of school with tears flowing down her cheeks while the kids are shrieking for joy and wondering why I am crying. It is all bitter sweet.