With the return of school days, I’ve noticed something… A good day is a smile when the kiddos walk in the door. It’s a shy, shake of a head and nod that it wasn’t such a horrible day after all. Nothing bad happened, no teenage drama/tragedies. Decent lunch food, a good, timed-run on the track, chatting with friends.
But a bad day? A bad day is the start of a horrible night. A bad day is a grumpy mood, yelling, tears, stomping up the stairs and slamming doors. A bad day is a mom’s heartbreak. Who knew being a mother could be so hard? You ache when they’re aching, hurt when they hurt. You want to take all the pain and disappointment away. You’re transported back in time to all those times when you were that age, in that place. You know the one. The one you don’t like to think about because it makes you sad that it seemed so important at the time. Remember those days? Sheesh, I don’t miss school. Luckily today was a good day, maybe even a great day. For that I’m thankful because I know tomorrow might not be a good day.
So what about you? Were you Miss Popular? Were you the Bookworm (raising hand), the Jock, the Nerd? Where did you fit in? Did you fit in?
Kay