"Throughout human history, in any great endeavor requiring the common effort of many nations and men and women everywhere, we have learned--it is only through seriousness of purpose and persistence that we ultimately carry the day. We might liken it to riding a bicycle. You stay upright and move forward so long as you keep up the momentum."
Some days take great effort. One foot in front of the other. Lots of apologies doled out and "thank goodness we get to start over tomorrow" sighs. Some days are survived, one notch on the schedule passed and another looming. Some days are filled with whining and raised voices and "I don't like you!" proclamations. Some days we fumble. Some days we fall. But we always keep moving forward. Because tomorrow is another day.
Some days take little effort. We skip through our days with contentment. Laughter coming easily. Yeses flowing from my lips when nos seem easier. Extra effort is rewarded with agreeable attitudes. Some days are filled with constant chatter and "This is the best day ever!" exclamations. Some days we win the battle against the crabbies. Some days is less about surviving and more about living. And, lately, we've been wading knee deep in all of the above.
With the school year winding down and the weather intermittently offering us a preview of our summer days ahead, our moods have been riding the spring fever roller coaster. As fickle as the Minnesota weather, we teeter between good and bad days. Spencer comes home from school announcing how many days remain until summer vacation and as the days dwindle down, our excitement grows. Long lazy days ahead.
But we're still in the thick of our school schedule, riding that roller coaster. Some days are better than others. And some days are really, really good.