It’s the end of the school year and this year I am especially anxious to be done. My youngest has been having significant academic challenges at school and pretty heavy emotional challenges at home. I’ve been trying my best to be SuperMom and work through each issue diligently but every goddamn day I feel like I’m coming up short.
This has, as you can imagine, really diminished my mood. Where I had quiet contemplative time before, it’s been replaced with long weepy conversations, wiping away pre-teen tears of anxiety, and vowing we’ll get through it together. This is a phase I did not experience with my oldest, so it’s all baptism by fire.
In the quiet moments of the school day, I’ve been greedily consuming self-help and parenting books trying to get up to speed on how to manage the struggle… and the struggle is real!
Finding time to date when I don’t feel frazzled or frantic has been tough, thankfully, I have a new friend who’s been very understanding. I worry that my bits and slivers of time here and there may not be enough for him, but we’ve talked about it and we’re both okay with wherever things need to go and whatever needs to happen next. It feels amazing to be so openly and warmly accepted as I am.
Next week is the last week of school and I can’t help but feel like it’s an all-out sprint to the finish line, but instead of running the race, it’s a roller derby and people are throwing ‘bows and pelting bodies out of the way to get there first. I think everyone is feeling the end of school year fever!
The funny thing is after next week, it’s really only the beginning.
Here’s my SuperMom muscle… well muscle in training! 😂