It's yearbook signing day. We all crowd into the gym and wander around with pens in our hands. Elementary yearbook signings are a little less dramatic than middle school and high school. Wishes of rad summers fill the pages. Most kids just write their names. Some of them even spell them correctly.
It's hard to believe this year is ending. Teachers live on a different calendar than everybody else. For us, the year doesn't end in December or begin in January. Our New Year's Eve lasts for three months.
The school calendar has a personality. August through October are full of excitement and anticipation. November and December are vacation months filled with programs and cookies. January and February are wild cards. If snow days are involved, the two months combine for what feels like a blink. If it's just dark and dreary, the months combine to create a feeling similar to how I picture the Dark Ages without all the talk of hope. March has Spring Break. April is great when it contains Easter and the longest 30 day month of the year when it doesn't. May is too busy, but too busy in a good way because you want time to pass quickly.
And it does.
I've been thinking a lot about how quickly it passes lately. The first batch of kindergarteners I taught will be freshman in the Fall. Joshua hit three and a half and his mommy this week. He starts pre-school in August. Andrew is almost two and a half and old enough (we hope) to tackle Disney this summer. We're talking about having number three and will have our seventh anniversary in August.
We attended a graduation for the son of one of my closest friends last weekend. I watched their slide shows and listened to bad country songs that actually made me tear up a little thinking about how soon we'll be in their shoes.
It makes me want to slow down and enjoy it all. I don't care if I can't watch a new episode of Lost until January, I don't want to rush to get there.
1 comments:
Good post. I woke up this morning thinking about how we are almost at the halfway point in 2009 already. Where does the time go? There was one thing John Peach said at grandma's funeral that resonated with me. (And I do mean ONE thing.) He said that to a young person, living to be 90 seems like a really long time. But once you hit 50, it doesn't look so long. I find myself sometimes thinking about the nursing home or you and Rebecca being burdened by my old age and care (not sure which would be worse for me). I know it's too soon to start worrying about that and I'm saying this because it's funny (not trying to be morbid). But this life is going fast. I know that for sure!
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