The last week of the school year has come and gone and we are officially one full week into summer break. And I felt it in a way that’s hard to explain, unless you live it.
Not in a big emotional way. But in the quietness of everything starting to loosen up.
The structure is still there… but barely. The routines are barely holding on.
And in the middle of it, I’m just trying to keep everything moving.
Teacher. Mom. Wife. The one who tries to remember the forms, the snacks, the schedules, the “don’t forgets.”
End of the school year feels like living in two speeds at once. Everything is speeding up and slowing down at the same time. Kids are done. We’re not. The lists are shorter, but somehow the days feel longer. How is it still completely daylight at 9 PM but bed times are at 8:30?!?!
There’s this constant mental juggling of finishing strong while also already thinking ahead. What needs to be done at home? What about the beginning of summer? What’s next? What’s still left to do before everything shifts?
And I can feel myself running on that mix of school year structure and summer break mode.
Getting everyone where they need to be. Finishing what needs to be finished. Trying not to let the small things slip through the cracks while the big things are wrapping up.
There’s a version of me that wanted everything to already be on break back in the beginning of June
But there’s also a quieter part that knows this stretch, the one that starts in the end of the school year and the beginning of summer, is where everything gets finished with intention.
Even when I’m tired.
Even when it’s all counting down.
We’re there.
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