I didnt plan to post today.
It’s the last day of school & Ren Man and I are spending the day
sweating frolicking outside with the kinder-crowd.
Ive been tasked with procuring, slicing & bringing watermelon.
After an entire school year with me the Room Mother is highly aware my skills lie NOT in baking or crafting.
And this is a great thing.
This is more my skillset:
But Im digressing.
Which around here is so common place I long to call it gressing.
Which I realize makes no sense.
I had no plan to post today — until yesterday morning at the bus stop.
As usual the Tornado kissed Ren Man and me goodbye, asked if we would stay for the second wave, & climbed happily on the school bus.
We made idle chit chat with the other parents (all of whom I think now feel compelled to stay & wave after reading my post. oops and *thats* a blog post for another day, too.) and waited as the bus did its loop and drove back past us.
We watched as the bus drove toward us & laughed about the wave & the fact we were never really sure our kids were even paying attention.
This time, however, we knew immediately our kids were watching & for certain they saw us.
This time the *entire* bus had moved to the side where we stood and every.single.kid.waved back at us.
Hands flailing. Out the windows. Major waving action.
For reasons I cant even entirely put into works this touched my heart.
Heck, even as I type this I’m getting a little misty eyed.
It has been one hundred and sixty two days since I vowed to spend 2012 living my priorities.
Some days Ive succeeded.
Many days Ive fallen short.
Yesterday, in that one brief moment with all the kids waving, I felt as though Id succeeded.
As if we’d all succeeded.
Those kids on the bus knew we’d stayed, we’d waited, & they were our priorities.
I dont yet know what form my ‘second wave’ will take over the summer.
I do know, however, I will stop, wait, & make the time for it.