Too Many Monumental Moments in a ROW!

I love a good monumental moment -- those planned and anticipated and those that surprise us with their sudden appearance. But I must admit that these monumental moments lose some of trade bittersweet emotion for just good old fashioned stress when there are so many of them marching one behind the other.

In a span of seven days we will have had kindergarten orientation, Marcus' five-year doctor visit (complete with shots), a Mothers' Day Tea with Jackson, my Toastmasters speech competition, the arrival of 30+ wonderful family members into town for the weekend, Jackson's First Communion, the First Communion picnic (complete with moon bounce), and the orientation session for Jackson's potential new school for next year. Ordinarily any one of these would have held some poignancy for me -- yes, even the shots, but today they feel like a constant parade of instruments each playing a different tune, each requiring a different rhythm.

So, today when the pediatrician looked at me in the doctor sort of way and pointed out that I'd missed Marcus' 15 month check up (nearly four years ago) AND his four year old check-up, all I could manage was a smile and a: "Yep, I sure did."

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