It All Works Out in the End

I normally am not without things to share here, but lately I've found myself standing before this blank, white canvas only to look down and realize I have no paint. No instruments or medium with which to share my words, my thoughts, my feelings.

I have officially reached end of semester burnout. Even so, I had a stellar start to my day. Woke up an hour early and ironed Jason's clothes for work, scrambled eggs for him and Wes, made and packed lunches for both, and even managed to apply make-up before heading out of the house right on time (for once)....only to discover upon arriving at Kids Day Out that I had forgotten Wes' glasses.

Fail.

No worries, just e-mail the boss and head back home. Exactly an hour later, I made it back to the school and delivered the glasses. His class was lining up outside to return to their room from recess. I was so glad to have the unplanned gift of seeing him again this morning. Once he recognized me (another reason I'm glad I went back for the glasses) he darted over to me at the door to his classroom and gave me a big hug. The day will come when he will no longer do this in front of his friends. But for now, it's still cool to have your mom stop by at school.

His cheeks were red and warm from playing outside. The tips of his hair were slightly damp just around his little round face. He plays hard. And tonight I will open his green folder and review his letter tracing sheets and craft, child's play from what I have been warned to expect from what is apparently now cut-throat kindergarten. Until then, I can still feel the warmth of his face and his enthusiastic hug, my rewards for being accidentally, and happily, forgetful.