I was at a graduation party over the weekend and a friend said that many people are now dubbing the month of May, “Maycember.” It refers to how busy the month of May has become with school events/graduations at every level, and with Mother’s Day and Memorial Day weekend added to the mix, for an extra dash of whirl and twirl. My kids are mostly grown, but I was still glad that I purchased the jumbo package of graduation cards in April. They came in handy. None are left. My aunt, who is a grandmother of three young elementary school children, relayed her May schedule to me the other day (all relating to her grandchildren’s sports and school ending events), and it made my head spin. This younger generation is big about celebrating BIG, every kind of thing that you can possibly celebrate (which is not a bad thing), but it certainly makes free time in the calendar, a sparse commodity. In May of 2026, our eldest is getting married and our youngest is graduating from college. That will certainly be a May for the books. I have to start making peace now with the fact that Maycember is a real thing, and Maycember is here to stay.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
