More of the same
Never a big fan of holidays, I didn't think twice about scheduling a trip to Buffalo, N.Y., over Mother's Day. The girls know how I am about holidays so they went on with their busy lives and schedules, promising we'd all catch up next weekend. That was fine. I never gave Mother's Day another thought.
That is, until two giggling girls showed up at the airport Sunday afternoon to surprise me. We stopped for dinner on the way home and had a great time just being together. There also were flowers, cards, and a personal poem written by Daughter #2. The flowers will fade, the cards will be read and tucked in a drawer, and the poem will be treasured. But the most memorable part of Mother's Day will be the look on their faces when they surprised me at the airport.
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The school year is almost over and we're getting ready to move Daughter #1 home from college. It took practically nine months to get all the essentials carried to Manhattan. We have only a few days to bring everything home.
We're "experienced" movers now and I'm certain it will go more smoothly than the move up there this past fall. By the time she's ready to head back to school in a month or two, we will have the art of moving down to a science.
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Like most parents, the end of the school year brings mixed emotions. For some it's a more relaxed routine and schedule. For others, it's the beginning of a whirlwind of activity that almost requires the skills of an organized social secretary.
Two teen-agers with jobs, trips, and plans with friends will cause our house to become part hotel, three-ring circus, zoo, and madhouse. We'll lose control of the TV and refrigerator. We'll have overflowing laundry hampers and trash cans. There will be scribbled notes, wet towels, and loud music. There will be shouting, door-slamming, jokes, and laughter.
We'll just get into the "routine" of having no routine and it will be time to readjust to another school year.
Gosh, isn't summer great?
— DONNA BERNHARDT
