Tonight was high school orientation. Yep, Freshman. In the fall, I will have a child in high school.
I'm really not good with this whole "age" thing. I feel 20. How could I possibly have a child about to enter high school when I feel just out of the teenage years myself? It is simply not logical.
Ok, so I will accept my actual age for the sake of argument here. But then, what about her age? I mean we were driving to the school tonight and I was remembering taking her to her first day of preschool. It seems like yesterday. Kindergarten, just yesterday too, right? Tonight I walked in to this room filled with all these children and parents. Oh yes, I remember them . . from the kindergarten Mother's Day Tea, that was just like last year, right? No?
The longer I live, the more I see that time is more of an illusion than it is as any indicator of life. Time has a feeling attached to it that does not equal the ticks on a clock. There is that verse from the Bible (please excuse my horrible quoting talent) about an hour being like a year, or a year being like a minute. Something like that. The verse is referencing our time to God's time. But I think even our time is screwy. Time is a number, it is a unit of measure. It is nothing definitive in life. If anything, it is a liar. Years seem like minutes sometimes and sometimes minutes seem like years. Rarely do minutes seem like minutes or years seem like years.
No, I haven't been drinking. This is what my mind does when I let it wander.
Tonight I am thankful for past (almost) 14 years of being a parent on this Earth. Being a mom has been the most rewarding, most introspective, most faith-building, most life-affirming, optimistic thing that I have ever, or could ever do on this planet. Whatever else I accomplish in this life, nothing will ever compare to being a mom to these four wonderful people; watching them grow, guiding them, and rejoicing with them as they learn and become all that God has planned to bless them with in life.
P.S. Catch me in 4 years, I'll be crying like a baby for graduation; most assuredly standing proud, and flooding the place with momma tears.