sch00lteacher
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Schools out! I live about two houses down and across the street from my town's elementary school. I just watched the little ones being walked to their car's by moms and dads. More moms than dads. The older ones walking home alone, or in groups of twos or threes, they are the 'big' kids, proud of the fact, you can see it in their step.
For a few minutes the street was busy with people coming and going. All the little ones with backpacks. This year's cool cartoon character emblazoned upon the back. A few of them grasping brightly colored pictures they drew today. Being brought home to show mom and dad. Holding tight, the wind is blowing. Cheeks a little red. It doesn't get cold here, not that often, but the winter wind can be chilly.
They are so small. So damned small. And so adorable. I watch the moms and dads as well. They are all young. So damned young. With the weight of the world on their shoulders. Some dressed for work, faces stressed a bit as they rush their children home from school and off to what ever practice or meeting they have after school. Some dressed in sweatpants, ball caps pulled over uncombed hair. Remember to grab a gallon of milk. The cars are gone, the kids are gone. It is quiet now. It will be until tomorrow morning. It will all happen in reverse then.
About thirty minutes ago my son got off of his bus. His girl was wrapped around his arm. She lives just across the street and down the block two houses. You can see her house from were I am sitting. I am looking at it now. They stood on the side walk, kissing, whispering love to each other. Telling each other how desperately they will miss each other until they are again in each other's arms. Young love. Remember it? There is nothing stronger.
Hell she'll be over here in about an hour, as soon as her homework is done. I'll have to chase her home later tonight if she doesn't leave by ten. We plan on her being here for supper when we buy our groceries. She is scared of me. But her and my wife get along great. Isn't that always the case?
Just yesterday my son was running home with a picture in his hand, barely able to wait, wanting to show it to me and hear my praise, good job son. His Ninja Turtle backpack bouncing on his back. Inside, his Ghostbuster lunch box. Inside, the remnants of a peanut butter and jelly lunch.
Monday my son turns 17. Monday, my son turns 17.
Where did the little boy go? Where did the man come from. I can't believe this. I mean I can remember each and every year that has passed. But how could they have passed so quickly? People tell you that time passes by faster as you get older. They warn you to make use of your time. Enjoy the time you have… You think you are. But then your son turns 17. My daughter will be 16 this summer. Daddies little girl. Asking mom if she can get her lip pierced. Mom telling her she has to ask me first. End of conversation. Daddy ain't gonna let her. Not his baby girl.
Take this for what you will. Like everyone else, I am trying to warn you. Time passes so quickly. It is almost like you can stand back and watch life take place around you. Time is going to pass no matter how hard you try to stop it.
Before long my children will be gone. 'Old' like most of you, college students. Wise and young. Full of fire and spit. Ready to take on the world. Ready to pick up your child from the elementary school.
Be warned. Monday, my son turns 17.
All I did was sit and look out the window. I think I will do it again tomorrow.
For a few minutes the street was busy with people coming and going. All the little ones with backpacks. This year's cool cartoon character emblazoned upon the back. A few of them grasping brightly colored pictures they drew today. Being brought home to show mom and dad. Holding tight, the wind is blowing. Cheeks a little red. It doesn't get cold here, not that often, but the winter wind can be chilly.
They are so small. So damned small. And so adorable. I watch the moms and dads as well. They are all young. So damned young. With the weight of the world on their shoulders. Some dressed for work, faces stressed a bit as they rush their children home from school and off to what ever practice or meeting they have after school. Some dressed in sweatpants, ball caps pulled over uncombed hair. Remember to grab a gallon of milk. The cars are gone, the kids are gone. It is quiet now. It will be until tomorrow morning. It will all happen in reverse then.
About thirty minutes ago my son got off of his bus. His girl was wrapped around his arm. She lives just across the street and down the block two houses. You can see her house from were I am sitting. I am looking at it now. They stood on the side walk, kissing, whispering love to each other. Telling each other how desperately they will miss each other until they are again in each other's arms. Young love. Remember it? There is nothing stronger.
Hell she'll be over here in about an hour, as soon as her homework is done. I'll have to chase her home later tonight if she doesn't leave by ten. We plan on her being here for supper when we buy our groceries. She is scared of me. But her and my wife get along great. Isn't that always the case?
Just yesterday my son was running home with a picture in his hand, barely able to wait, wanting to show it to me and hear my praise, good job son. His Ninja Turtle backpack bouncing on his back. Inside, his Ghostbuster lunch box. Inside, the remnants of a peanut butter and jelly lunch.
Monday my son turns 17. Monday, my son turns 17.
Where did the little boy go? Where did the man come from. I can't believe this. I mean I can remember each and every year that has passed. But how could they have passed so quickly? People tell you that time passes by faster as you get older. They warn you to make use of your time. Enjoy the time you have… You think you are. But then your son turns 17. My daughter will be 16 this summer. Daddies little girl. Asking mom if she can get her lip pierced. Mom telling her she has to ask me first. End of conversation. Daddy ain't gonna let her. Not his baby girl.
Take this for what you will. Like everyone else, I am trying to warn you. Time passes so quickly. It is almost like you can stand back and watch life take place around you. Time is going to pass no matter how hard you try to stop it.
Before long my children will be gone. 'Old' like most of you, college students. Wise and young. Full of fire and spit. Ready to take on the world. Ready to pick up your child from the elementary school.
Be warned. Monday, my son turns 17.
All I did was sit and look out the window. I think I will do it again tomorrow.
