Updated: 3 days ago
One funny side effect of going to school while my children do is the shared experience itself. I no longer casually say, "I know you don't want to roll out of bed, get your rear in gear anyway!" I now grumble along side them while we elbow each other in our fight for bathroom mirror prep time. We're all in this together.
Funny how diving into a shared experience can give a more insight into moments I used to pass judgment on. Of course it makes sense- I'm living through similar experiences they face day in and day out. I no longer chide about the dragging feet and forlorn faces on Monday mornings- I sympathize. Yet, I am not as understanding about bad grades as I once was- I've been reminded of the need for hard work and I want to help my kids create great habits involving preparation and accomplishment. If I can do it- they certainly can too. My mantra of, "Turn OFF that stinkin' TV!," is heard more regularly now that Iknowwhat they are putting off in stall tactics.
Over time, I will be curious to see what their memories of the time "Mom went back to school" bring about. And there are days that I wonder if I will remember much of what currently feels like a foggy blur as I try to fit it all in and get it done. My husband's parents have had recent serious health issues. This has been effective in reminding me to: breathe, slow down, and remember what's important. In the midst of the schedules, homework, and chaos I'm forced to face my own limitations and concede that when giving it your all- let my best be good enough. If I am to succeed at this thing called school- then I must remember that the best education is within the school of LIFE. Atthisstage in my life, the process of receiving a formal education must somehow blend with my, my husbands, and my children's lives- and not take center stage. Itisvery sweet to witness how theydochampion my efforts and pull together to allow me time to work. It makes our play time that much more cherished.
So far, so good...albeit hectic and without much down time. I know this too shall pass and soon it will be time to graduate- for my children and for me. I've never been one to wish time or seasons of life away or to cling to certain ages. I've sincerely tried to embrace each moment as it's lived, knowing it will only come my way once. I think this is true for this unique time in my (though it's actually "our," since lives are entwined) life as well.
Even with the end of the term nearing and finals breathing down my neck, I was blessed this afternoon to be able to visit my mother-in-law in the hospital, visit my oldest at his work, take a quick snuggly nap with my youngest, attend a son's lacrosse game, take two other sons shopping, treat one daughter to a big bag of m&m's for cleaning the house, and look through my jewelry with my oldest daughter for her formal dance tomorrow night. I did get to give my husband a hug and kiss on the sideline at the game and I look forward to catching up on his day when he comes home from caring for his father.
Life continues on while increasing in speed. I find it a comfort to see my University's motto etched into the face of many a cornerstone around campus, reminding me: Carpe Diem!