“James is supposed to be in Kindergarten.”
“Why?” I asked as I drove into the night.
“Because I’m in first grade,” Kenny said with an unexpressed “Duh”.
“But he has to be five,” I answered.
James’ll enter Kindergarten in the Fall, later this year.
That teeny weeny conversation was all it took to open the floodgates. I was glad it was dark and that we were almost home. Yeah, I’m a baby, and I cry easily when a certain spot in my heart is touched.
Touch the part of my heart where “Lasts” live and I’ll wander off for a while. And when I come back I’ll look deeper into your soul as you speak, and hold on tighter when I hug you.
I believe in Forever, but I value Life, too.
I treasure the feelings that children’s belly laughs and strange jokes give me.
I love how puddles tempt them to swim, even in the dead of Winter, and how wet shoes and neighbor’s gasps are sacrifices they make without a second thought.
Again, I could go on and on, but I have another thought to wrap things up here today.
I got a notification in my email this morning about someone’s new job via Linkedin. Do you want to know what my knee-jerk reaction was?
I wanted to have some fun and add “Brings to-die-for brownies to all get-togethers, meetings, and important events.” to my profile. I wanted to shake things up and play.
I still might.
Will that ruin my professional reputation? Hmm? Let’s see…. as Pooh would say, tapping his head, “Think, think, think…”
I’m a mom.
Don’t think so.
Go enjoy a child today.