I’m here to attest that words never rang so true. In the past week alone, I’ve fielded emails about school spirit occasions (silly hat day! pajama day!), volunteer requests (field trip to the museum is next week, can you come?) and reminders about so many heartstring-tugging end-of-year celebrations (graduation! theatrical performances! a carnival!)...and it all happens in May.
Also, June. But the point is that my paper calendar—which I continue to swear by when it comes to committing details and dates to memory—is on overdrive with end-of-year parental responsibilities. Responsibilities that require stamina and superhuman logistical abilities, not to mention forethought to ensure that sunscreen and snacks are at the ready and the proper gear is worn and supplied.
Don’t get me wrong: I love the sense of community. The rah-rah spirit and the effort put in by the teachers and the ability to see my rising first grader shine. But, unlike December, where post-holidays, there’s a bit of January downtime to get you through the blitz of non-stop occasions and socialization, right now, as a working mom, I feel a bit like I’m in the midst of a May/June marathon—with summer camp logistics as the only “reward” on the other side.
The pressure is also very, very real. Because every parent knows that the one Maycember occasion you decide to skip will be the one thing that becomes a core memory featuring feelings of disappointment for your child: “Mooooom, everyone else’s parents were there.”