I cant lie. Whether you want it or not, Ill probably be back later to post thoughts, pics and a random blog update on the Tornado’s launch into first grade.
suffer my navel gazingenjoy this reflection post. I loved kinder. Im sad it’s over. And yet–Im thoroughly adoring getting to know my girl as she grows up, too.
Life is an enigma.
Today it is eight months since the Tornado started the Garten of the Kinder.
Some days it feels as though she’s always been in school, but most days I still miss my sidekick.
I pine (yep. dropping the p-word.) so much I had a fleeting notion we mightcould need more children up in herre.
(Ill let you digest that for a moment)
Beyond the fact
Im older than the hills Ill be 43 in three months, I realize it’s HER I miss.
Her spirit. Her spunk. Her attitude.
But I digress.
That’s not what this post is about.
Lets return to the morning bus stop time pictured above.
We. Have. The. Best. Morning. Routine. Ever.
We’re early risers so we’ve plenty of time to do our ‘morning necessities’ and still git our PLAYout on.
We jump rope. We Skip It. We play tag. We play duck duck goose. You get the idea.
By the time the bus arrives it practically feels as though we’ve had an entire day together (we up EARLY).
Because of this, when the Tornado asks as the bus arrives: can you stay for the second wave? I panic a bit in my too-long-to-do-list-must-get-to-work-bus-comes-BACK-at-330p heart.
You see, the second wave requires I stand & wait while the bus loops around, picks up other kids, and when as it passes again Im there.
For a second time.
I’m not embarrassed to say (even with my off-track yammerings about missing her) most days my answer is no.
I skip the second wave so I can work.
I pass on the second opportunity to flail my arms to return emails.
I give her a shrug & a sorry so I can begin my writing a mere 5 minutes earlier.
And, each time I tell her NO, she says “OK Mama!” & climbs on the bus.
No whining. No pouting. No glimpse of the two and three year old whose meltdowns very nearly wore me out.
And this made me happy. And proud. And think how amazingly grown-up & mature she’d become.
Until it occurred to me, on the 123rd day of living my priorities, the mom who skipped the second wave was not who I aspired be this year.
Do I really need a five minute head start on work? (No. I fritter away more than that during my day. I can steal the 5 minutes back from somewhere else.)
Is anything I “need” to do during the day more important than stopping, waiting & waving one more time when I know in a few short years she’ll be *begging* me not to do the first wave?
The answer, for me, is a resounding no.
Im aware how fortunate I am to work from home (& if I forget my troll informs me. she be helpful that way).
Im up-at-the-crack working & up late at night writing—yet I have the luxury of being able to live my priorities.
Today DAY TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE (!)** these priorities include staying for the It’s First Grade Time!! second wave.
** One word: DANG.