It is nearly the end of the school year. My calendar swells and spills with an abundance of activity, an overgrowth of social engagement. Activities that have been nurtured for months finally bear fruit – concerts, performances, tournaments, plays. It is delightful, heart-filling, expansive… and it is exhausting. I bask in a bounty of maternal pride and attempt to stave off overwhelm.
Nearing Harvest
Nearing Harvest
Nearing Harvest
It is nearly the end of the school year. My calendar swells and spills with an abundance of activity, an overgrowth of social engagement. Activities that have been nurtured for months finally bear fruit – concerts, performances, tournaments, plays. It is delightful, heart-filling, expansive… and it is exhausting. I bask in a bounty of maternal pride and attempt to stave off overwhelm.