The second wave: UPDATE.

This feels like yesterday.

I didnt plan to post today.

It’s the last day of school & Ren Man and I are spending the day sweating frolicking outside with the kinder-crowd.

Im pretty excited as last I heard there will be hula-hoops, Skip Its, jump ropes and dancing involved.

Ive been tasked with procuring, slicing & bringing watermelon.

After an entire school year with me the Room Mother is highly aware my skills lie NOT in baking or crafting.

And this is a great thing.

This is more my skillset:

It's on my resume, too.

But Im digressing.

Which around here is so common place I long to call it gressing.

Which I realize makes no sense.

I had no plan to post today — until yesterday morning at the bus stop.

As usual the Tornado kissed Ren Man and me goodbye, asked if we would stay for the second wave, & climbed happily on the school bus.

She loves her some school bus.

We made idle chit chat with the other parents (all of whom I think now feel compelled to stay & wave after reading my post.  oops and *thats* a blog post for another day, too.) and waited as the bus did its loop and drove back past us.

We watched as the bus drove toward us & laughed about the wave & the fact we were never really sure our kids were even paying attention.

This time, however, we knew immediately our kids were watching & for certain they saw us.

This time the *entire* bus had moved to the side where we stood and every.single.kid.waved back at us.

Hands flailing. Out the windows. Major waving action.

For reasons I cant even entirely put into works this touched my heart.

Heck, even as I type this I’m getting a little misty eyed.

It has been one hundred and sixty two days since I vowed to spend 2012 living my priorities.

Some days Ive succeeded.

Many days Ive fallen short.

Yesterday, in that one brief moment with all the kids waving, I felt as though Id succeeded.

As if we’d all succeeded.

Those kids on the bus knew we’d stayed, we’d waited, & they were our priorities.

I dont yet know what form my ‘second wave’ will take over the summer.

I do know, however,  I will stop, wait, & make the time for it.

View the original article here