First final tomorrow. 11 days of school left.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Today at work, a mother came in with three lively boys. They burst through the doors yelling to go look at chickens and the bunnies. Chick days are over, so we don't have the live animals anymore. They were disappointed but found plenty of other things to do. "Look, mommy, this is Daddy's car!" holding up a toy car and much to their mother's surprise it was...a red Camaro. Another boy was rushing to the drinking fountain, another boy was wanting a shovel. They were kind of hither and thither and yon, not being bad, not at all. Just loud. When their mother said 'no', they didn't push or whine. She grabbed my hand. "We just finished baseball, and I'm freezing." Her hands were cold too. It's hard to believe it is May, really. But the boys kept on, and she paid for her horsefeed, and the one of the boys was swinging on a lawn swing. Another was standing on the horsefeed, and another one headed for the drinking fountain at the back of the store. I looked at mom. "I'd hate to see how much energy this bunch has when they are not worn out by playing baseball in the cold." She laughed. "I know, right?" she said. "People tell me these boys are busy all the time. I tell them they need to be." She headed out the door, two boys sitting on top of the horse feed on the flat cart. One fell off in the parking lot, lost his shoe and limped to the car crying. She examined his foot. I watched through the window. Behind me, came a bellow, "Mom?!!!! Mooooooooooooom?" and I turned to see the one who'd been getting a drink turning around and around with a frantic look. "She's out in the parking lot," I said, and I walked out with him. I cautioned him not to run through the parking lot, and looked for traffic holding his shoulder. "Okay," I said, "it's clear..." and he scooted to his mother's SUV. I walked back in and I missed it, the having young children, the hubbub of it all. My youngest is half a world away, and she is homesick, and I cannot fix it. My oldest is a mother herself. I can't make the math work in my head, but just yesterday I was a busy mother who also rated activities by their 'exhaustion factor'. Surely it was only yesterday...