Today is our last day of school. Finally. After adding seven extra days due to winter’s late arrival – we made it. My kids normally take the bus to school (as much as they would me rather drive them every morning). When it rains or snows, however, I don’t make them stand on the corner and wait. Instead, I drive my mini van to the corner so they can stay dry.
Once we are parked, they always unbuckle their seat belts and will climb around the back of the van as I watch down the street to give the “Bus is here!” bellow to get them out the door. I’ve done this many times this school year and never gave it much thought to look in the mirror. For some reason this morning, I did just that. I watched them in the mirror.
They were all kneeling on the backseat, looking out the back window. For a moment, I had a flash forward of the 3 of them talking about final days of school and college, knowing all too well that those years will be here all too soon. In that instant tears filled in my eyes. I realized how quickly time flies by.
In that moment of watching them, nothing mattered. Not the rain. Not the messy dishes on the counter. What mattered was just to watch them. It mattered to just remember that very moment — this age of them being innocent and small.
This morning, I was in a state of bliss with my kids. Well, at least until hearing “Charlotte!! Move over!!!” when I was quickly brought back to reality.