Don't Get In The Way Of My Latte

Well, we might as well assign a label to this one and keep a common theme rolling along. I'll try not to get to sappy and if you're anything like me and get tired (at times) at the constant updates in any one person's life... you might grow weary and think who cares?!? Also, when you consider the fact that I have two more kids behind him, this could get old pretty fast. At any rate, this blog is more or less for nostalgic purposes aimed at the family. If nothing else, my mother will absolutely love it.

We stood in four separate lines today to register the oldest for his senior year of high school. He walked in still riding high on the freedom of summer vacation. An hour later, he walked out carrying a stack of books, a locker combination, and a parking pass. I had my own packet of mandatory parent meetings, graduation stuff, and paid receipts. In two of the lines we watched as kids cut in front of us with the old tried and true method of I will stand here and laugh and talk to my friends like I don't know what's going on so I don't have to wait in the back of the line.

Yeah.
Take a number, kid.

As we made our way back to the car for our traditional let's get a Starbucks to mark the occasion, the oldest remarked to me that he was surprised I didn't say anything to the line-cutters. He knows me so well. All I could think was that I didn't want to rush any of it. I told him if I have learned anything in life, it's that we always don't have to be in so much of a hurry. If waiting in four separate lines while kids cut in front of us meant that I had one solid hour of standing and talking with my oldest, so be it. I don't mind the wait.

Of course, less than ten minutes later I was laying into my horn over some fool that tried to cut me off in the center turn lane. There's a mass difference between standing in line at the local high school and maneuvering through traffic during mid-afternoon. That made the oldest laugh. He was probably thinking, now that's the mom I know. He knows nothing stands in the way between me and a hazelnut latte, even if the moment is suppose to be all about him.

It's such a strange thing watching these kids grow.

I hope I never grow tired of it.