“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”
My kids have been looking forward to the last day of school for a couple weeks now.
To them, the last day of school felt like an eternity away.
To me, I knew it would come soon enough.
It wasn’t that my children wished for school to be over because they didn’t want to go any more – my kids both seem to enjoy school. No, that wasn’t the reason at all. It was more as though they wished for the last day of school as though it was… say… the Christmas Holiday.
My Third Grader had great expectations of the last day of school.
She made it out to be this magnificent, enormous, amazing, party with yearbooks and picnics and nothing but fun, fun, fun. (And really, she was probably somewhat right!)
She had my Kindergartner (who had yet to experienced a last day of elementary school) drooling with anticipation.
In my oldest daughter’s mind I translate the last day of school looking something like this (minus the sloppy kiss in the beginning!):
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OK. So sadly I need to admit that my oldest daughter has probably never even watched or heard of Grease the movie yet. But when I picture a major, grand finale to “school’s out for summer,” the utopia celebration at the end of this movie is what I envision – cartwheels, carnival, singing, dancing – the whole shebang.
Grease ends with such bright expectations and hopes of the future.
And what’s more, it sees time through “young eyes” – much like my own children.
Do you remember when you didn’t think about time? When your dreams all seemed attainable and you had all the time in the world to reach them?
When the last day of school couldn’t come soon enough?
Do you remember when the tic-tock of the clock was an almost silent sound?
Not, instead, a LOUD, pounding, unstoppable and never-ending noise.*
*A noise I now often wish I could just cover my ears and – La-La-La-La-La-La-LAAA – drown out.
Do you remember watching the incredibly S – L – O – W – hands of the large, round school clock hanging over the chalkboard or classroom door? Watching that clock with anticipation as you counted down the hours, minutes and seconds while thinking the bell couldn’t ring fast enough?
Once upon a time, time itself seemed a friend of mine. Now I’m not so sure, because often I all but will it away and work hard to avoid its LOUD ticking sounds.
Time is no longer running a long distance race – but in the lead of a full fledged sprint.
In a blink of an eye, it is suddenly years later.
This past school year will be forever engrained in my mind as:
Third Grader now Fourth Grader, she may very well remember this year as the year she was voted “Most likely to be on TV” (probably because she was).
Kindergartner now First Grader – who was excitedly given the end-of-year award of: “Mr. Role Model,” he might not even remember this past year with much clarity. (I mean truthfully, how much of your own Kindergarten year do you really remember?)
Instead, all my middle son can think about is the immediate present day and:
• What his next meal is going to be,
• When he gets to have his next friend over to play, and
• WHY in the WORLD I would continue to force him to make his bed everyday over the summer!
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see time through “young eyes” again. To “remembered forever like shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yipitty boom de boom…”
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