I love Fall. The children running to catch the bus and riding their bikes to school makes me smile. Love the excitement they have as they have their new clothes and backpacks and perfectly positioned ponytails just swaying as they walk.
Of course, my children are far from perfect. I love looking on Facebook and see all these cute banners children are holding up showing what grade they will be going into. Then there are my children…
The sun was too bright for Sage. She refused to smile or even open her eyes. And Sydney, who by the way, never takes a bad photo didn’t want to pull her hair back. Being in middle school now, she is all grown up. Ponytails are “all elementary school”. Or so I have been told. Then there is my red headed photo bomber. He had to get into the pictures too. Every last one of them.
So as I snapped away picture after picture of these three and they started to object to it I could feel my type A personality coming out I just gave up. I packed them into the car and off we went. I was not going to have my perfect first day of school pictures to share with the world. The picture perfect world we all want to portray on Facebook and Instagram. The nostalgic memories to look back on in years to come.
But as I kissed Sage goodbye and told her to have a great first day of pre-k I smiled. She was so excited to see her name over a little hook for her backpack. She skipped over to some girls playing on the floor with play food and a little picnic before class started. She turned and smiled at me. It was as if to tell me that she was going to be okay.
Then I dropped off Sydney in car line. She hopped out like the pro she was at this. She grabbed her backpack and water bottle and told me she loved me. I told her I would see her at the bus stop this afternoon and couldn’t wait to hear all about it.
Then we drove off. Just my little buddy and me. And I was happy. I wasn’t sad about them leaving and growing older. I was happy about how well adjusted they were. How confident these two girls of mine had become. Yes, time is going by too fast. Yes, I will miss them.
But this is my life. Ups and downs of just a twenty minute period of time. The messy, not so perfect world in which I call my wonderful family. I will have greater memories of this year because I realized something great that first day of school. I realized that these are what I will remember years from now. The emotions and joy these children had brought me. The fact that life is not a Hallmark moment. It’s rough and tough and makes you frustrated and angry then glad and thankful all at the same time.
So I had the greatest lesson that first day of school. I am now trying to take my new wisdom and remember it when I feel frustrated that shoes and socks aren’t put away right after school, or bowls of hardened cereal are found in rooms.
It”s not a perfect life. It’s a wonderful life and I am happy to be in it.