I sat in my car waiting for the kids to be dismissed from school. I was thinking of the million things I didn't yet accomplish for the day. I took a nap and that was a mistake, I lost out on valuable prep time for my return to full time work next week. I missed out on study time for my certification exam coming up. Why does dismissal get later and later I thought? I have so much to do. I have so much to do because I am going back to working full time.
Wait, I am going back to full time work. It was like I was just realizing this. I turned it over in my thoughts again. All of a sudden it was real, as if, for the first time I was now aware of it. I thought it again to myself. Then, it dawned on me, today is the 2nd last time I will be sitting in this parking lot waiting for the kids.
G and H came out first. They were deep in conversation about personalization of nouns. Last Friday, they were deep in conversation about Martin Luther King, Jr. I am gonna miss this, I thought. They are 6 months apart and in the same grade. They are like siblings.
T came out next and showed me his signed card saying he'd always wear his seat belt. The police department must have spoke to his class today. He was so proud.
On the way home, I reminded G he can only do the homework for that day, he can't work ahead. K, who looks like a pre-teen now, wait, she is a pre-teen..., said do you want me to make sure he doesn't work ahead on days I am here? No, I said, I will make sure grandpa knows and grandma too. OK she said. She's a mini adult, I thought.
We drove to grandma's. H was proudly saying she hasn't missed a day of school. T was saying he hasn't missed a full day. G was talking about dress down day on Friday. I looked over at K. I remember when she was born. It was 12 years ago Sunday. Where did those 12 years go, I thought? I looked in the rear view at G. He's 7. What will I miss?
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