I turned in Cameron and Quincy’s paperwork for kindergarten this morning and as I walked out of the school I felt just a little lighter. After all, I have talked about the day they would all be in school for the last couple of years. And starting in the fall, I will have all four girls in the same school for a glorious two-year period. Everyone on the same schedule, all going to the same place day after day.
I have always viewed this time as the moment I can claim just a little bit of my life back. The moment we can stop worrying about the high cost of daycare relative to our take-home pay. The moment I can finish all the un-finished projects in my house and, truth be told, all the un-finished projects in my life. And then start some new projects. Hmmmmm…. What will I do? So many possibilities.
As I was sitting here this afternoon crunching our family budget to figure out how much extra money I have to spend on spring/summer clothing for the girls, I heard the water go on outside and I just knew. I knew that I would have to get up from my spot, stop my number crunching, and tell the twins ONE MORE TIME to stop playing with the hose and sprayer. But before I could get to the door to investigate, the water turned off and when I looked out, here is what I saw and it hit me right in my gut.
Two little girls. Barefoot. Playing in a mud puddle they made. In the shade of a tree. On a beautiful Spring day.
And now I wish time stood still.