Today, I let my Miss E. sleep in. She's been missing me...and, whether it was "right" or "wrong", it's what I decided to do.
I knew she needed a little extra Mama time, a few hugs, some extra snuggling...and sometimes (just sometimes), I think things like that are more important than school.
It's not that I don't think education is important. Not. At. All. It's just that I think life...and living is more important.
When I dropped her off at school, I was signing her in...and the secretary (whom, I adore...), said to Miss E., "Alright, why don't you head on up and get ready for lunch!"
Miss E. looked at me with those crystal clear blues of hers, and I could see right to her soul.
"Would you like me to walk up with you?" I asked her.
She nodded, and smiled...and then...
Mrs. P (the secretary) said, "Miss E.! Really? You can't walk up by yourself?!"
And I wanted to push the pause button...I wanted to reach down into the depths of my spineless being...and ask Mrs. P if it really mattered...if she remembered those days with her own children...and if, perhaps, she wished she would've walked them to class...just for a few extra minutes with them.
You see...I have this thing...this need. This need to hold and love and snuggle my children for as long as I can.
I want to walk them to class, even when they're seniors.
I want them to miss me so we can have "sleep in" days.
I'm not sure if I was wrong to walk Miss E. to class, or if I just have an acute understanding of this weird, wacky time warp we live in with our children (you know, the one where we put our children to bed one night as newborn babies, and when we go to them the next morning, suddenly they're 8? Yeah...that time warp)...but I do KNOW that it felt right.
Miss E. won't always want me to walk her to class...but, as long as she does...I'm gonna do it.
And I don't care what the secretary thinks.
This time is too fleeting...and I want to capture every moment that I can.