Last week I went to the Junior High to pick up some sombreros the Spanish teacher was letting Max borrow for a video he was making for an assignment.
When I got there I noticed it was lunch and spotted Elle sitting with a hoard of friends. I snuck over and took this picture with my iPhone (with my finger covering part of the lens...I am such a professional iPhone-picture-taking-girl :)It was a minute in time, but it's been in the back of my mind ever since.
This life my children lead during the day is so foreign to me. They are maneuvering classes and friendships and lunch treats while I am writing and scrubbing and cooking and errand-running in my own parallel universe.
Sometimes I wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch how they interact with friends, how respectful they are with their teachers, how hard they work on assignments, etc. I wish I could know the details when they come home sad so I could comfort them better. I wish I could be in on those triumphant moments that make them come home on top of the world.
I just think it's so strange that lunch there at the junior high is so foreign to me but that is my daughter's whole world for over seven hours each day, five days a week. It's all good, but it made me miss her and be so excited and happy for her at the same time.
I'm so sad that some of that childhood I love so much is slipping through my fingers so quickly. But I'm so grateful my kids have such good friends. And such good schools.
I'm also really grateful that we get to be done with those good schools for a little while when that last bell rings this Thursday! :)