It wasn’t the almost-midnight, almost-falling-over laughing with new co-workers on a school night, and it wasn’t the compliments from parents at open house – It wasn’t the students being silly about my new haircut either, or my mock trial team members coming to my room every day in anticipation of our first meeting for new teammates.
It didn’t last long. It took just three words, a half a smile, and a glance to the back of the car. I’ve mentioned this before here — that one of the things that I measure my parenting by –is the love my sons have of music. So when a new favorite song of mine came on the radio, a song the energetic one asks me to turn-up every time it’s on – I turned it up before he had a chance to say anything. And in my quick glance back to see what new dance moves he was working out, he pointed at me with grin that belonged only on the Cheshire Cat, and said, “you read my mind”.
Oh sweet five-year-old, I’m not sure how much longer I will be able to do such things, to read your mind, to know what you need. But right now, right now, that I can just know your favorite song, that is enough to make me bathe in the light of the moment for the rest of the week.