She was staring out that window, of that SUV Complaining, saying I can't wait to turn 18 She said I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school Then she kissed her head and said I was just like you-Chorus- You're gonna miss thisYou're gonna want this back You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast These Are Some Good Times So take a good look around You may not know it now But you're gonna miss this...
That may be my mantra for the next few months. In the last 12 hours, I've already heard:
- I'm bored.
- There's nothing to eat. I mean literally mom, there's nothing to eat.
- Can Daniel spend the night? And Michael? (This in addition to my own 3 boys. Note photo above, 2 of the 3 pictured children are not mine...)
- Why do I need to take a shower? It's only 1 in the afternoon?
- At 10 pm...Mom, I'M STARVING can you take us to Sonic? (As if???)
You're gonna miss this? For now maybe not, a few years from now, for sure. I'm already slightly panicked at the thought of Tyler being a Junior next year. I remember all that I did, approved and not, my Junior year. And I remember how it all seems like yesterday. The hourglass was turned over with Tyler a few years ago and the sand seems to fall faster and faster each year. So fast, it goes by. 11th grade? How do I have an 11th grader?
This has been a long, long week for me...there is no doubt. One night, I am sure that Chase thought I was possessed over his lack of cleaning the kitchen correctly that night and well, I may have not have been possessed but I was certainly out of my head with fatigue and probably not acting extremely rational? I guess all moms do that at some point. But I am still looking for ways to notice the small moments, let go of what can be ignored at the moment, and somehow, somewhere, treasure the small, small moments like when Tyler and I talked for one night this week about next school year. And the grin on his face when he came home after finishing his last final and I said to him, you're officially a Junior now, huh? Fatigued, tired, stressed or not I hope to hang on to those small moments of time, that look he had on his face, that come and go so quickly.
So, no, we did not go to Sonic at 10 pm. There is, afterall, a swim meet at 645 am. Otherwise, I might have said yes...what else are summer nights for but late night runs for ice cream? And every moment I have, even if it's 10 pm at Sonic with two extra mouths, is worth it.
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great posts, all...
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