My son was looking at the calendar the other day. Trying to count how many days to Halloween, he turns around and looks at me and says...."Where the heck did September GO?!" I laughed and said you are too young to worry about where the time is going! But yea I have no idea where it went. It seems like my post here lately is dwelling on where all the time went. Its definitely going by fast! And it doesn't help when every other post on Facebook is counting down to Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas! Geez people can we just get thru the first 6 weeks of school?! Speaking of school i have a a rant about the system. Or the lack there of anyway: I remember being disciplined in school. If I broke a rule I was sent to the office where my mom was already waiting for me. (Didn't help that she worked at my elementary school) but still. So not only did the principal lecture me about how talking in class and being disruptive was disrespectful, I had to get an ear full from...
Monday morning it was freezing outside. The high that day was only going to be 39 degrees. So we stayed home! And I learned some things that morning...
..I learned that no matter how busy you are or what you have to do, Sesame Street is more important. I learned that its OK to sit in the floor and watch some TV. I learned that colorful goofy Muppet's make my son laugh.
...I learned that there was nothing in that hour that could have distracted him. I learned that song over and over again and sang it to him all day that day. I learned that he loves Elmo and is trying to say Elmo. Nothing warmed my heart more that cold morning than to watch him in that short time doing this. He loved the time as well. As soon as his show was over he walked over to me, hugged me, kissed my forehead and fell asleep. I learned that I was doing a good job in raising him so far. I learned that no matter what the day looks like for me, how cold it is outside, or how stressed out I may be....I learned that he loves me no matter what! No matter that I hadn't showered since Saturday. No matter that my hair was a disgusting mess. No matter that I was still in my PJ's. No matter that I hadn't started to pick the house up. He looked past all that and still (in his own way) let me know that he appreciated me. It warmed my heart that cold morning.
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