Everyday I pick up my two boys from school and have a few minutes to sit and admire the view of our glorious mountain before they hop into the car, filled with their stories and hellos. I love that I can pick them up everyday. I dreamed of this when I was growing up and so wished and hoped that one day, I could be a stay at home mom. I've been doing this for many years (almost 12 now) and love every minute of it. The first few moments they hop into the car are important to me. I can read their day on their face as they walk to the car and am thankful I am there to get all the details or emotions that filled the minutes of their day. The layers of their day begin to peel away and they share the silly joke they heard at lunch, the formulas they learned about the velocity of a moving car (I just nod and smile when this comes up. What they don't know about what I don't know won't hurt them), the crazy French phrase they studied, request a ride to a friend's house, or turn the music up loud for the three minute drive home. I l.o.v.e. this part of my day. It fills me to the brim. It's only a few short minutes of chatter, but it's filled with such life and personality that it brings sunshine on even the cloudiest of days. I love my job. Simply love.
| the heart in my car that catches the sunlight each day while i wait to pick up my boys. |
