Today, on the way to run errands I glanced down at the clock in my minivan.
Lunch time at school for Nehemiah…
Parents are often welcome and encouraged to join students during lunch, but I had already gone on Monday.
I had errands to run. A To-Do List to check off. A few fleeting hours before my tiny tornado of a toddler would wake up from her nap.
Then, in that moment, I had this thought…
He’s only 7 once. He’s only in First Grade this year. There will be a time when he’s 17 and won’t run past all the other kids to jump into my arms. He won’t want to leave his friends at the table to tell jokes and make funny-faced pictures with me…
So instead of driving straight, I turned. I made another right turn into the school parking lot. I grabbed my purse and rushed into the building like I was late for an important job interview. I signed in, slapped my name badge on and made my way to the cafeteria.
There he was. His back facing me. Dressed in a little white polo with jeans, rocking some high-top converse. He turned, jumped from his seat and ran to me. You would have thought he hadn’t seen me for days, that it wasn’t I who dropped him off only 4 hours earlier. He hugged me tight and I knew the errands could wait just another 30 minutes. I knew that fruit roll up would make his day and the silly photos we took could be framed… for when he’s 17 and forgets how cool his Mom really is.
Happy Friday! Enjoy your little moments that lead to special memories. 🙂