7:00 a.m. is a very busy time around this neighborhood. The start of the school year means kids, parents and buses everywhere. Not that I mind. But thinking back to last weekend's race and all of the people cheering for everyone running by made me think that it sure would be nice if all of these people standing in their driveways could share a few words of encouragement as I went by. I don't think it's too much to ask... all they're doing is standing there anyway.
On a more serious note, however... all of those kids standing around waiting for their bus made me flash forward a few years to when my son will be one of them. I know he's only a year and a half now, but based on how fast that time has gone, I can only imagine the speed at which these next few years will pass. Some day he'll want to walk to school because he'll be too cool to be seen with his mom. Some day he'll want to borrow the car to go out with his friends. And some day he'll bring home a girl that he'll hope mom and dad approve of. Of course, that last one will be about 35 years from now since it will be at least that long before I let him date. Sure, I may be jumping a bit too far ahead, but thinking about these things makes me appreciate all of the things that sometimes seem frustrating, like when he holds on to my leg and cries when I drop him off at daycare or when he says "mommy" a thousand times for what appears to be no reason at all. There may come a time when he's too busy to call me at all, so I'll take him calling me "mommy" as many times as he likes for as long as he's willing to do it :)
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