Be Nice To The Moms, Mr. Principal & Thank You For The Music ABBA!

Chased Sydee to school again today. Only this time we stayed in the car. I spied all the little babies waddling off the bus, with backpacks as big as they are. Most of them don't even have a "walk" yet, and tend to trip over their feet. During my examination, I was surprised to see two teachers waiting for the buses, ready to guide the children to their classrooms. Wow, other people like totally look out for your kids for you! That's what I thought. Still, I had to follow the caravan of minivans (they were still there again today!), over to the other parking lot closer to the Kindergarten classrooms, just to be positively sure she made it safely inside.

Suddenly the Principal was angrily approaching each car and sputtering something. I rolled down my window when it was my turn and he, not so kindly, said this is a parking lot for the handicapped bus and he can't get in because you are all in here! We already have people walking them to the class!!! I understand the frustration the first week of school would bring, but there's no need to shout! Don't you understand mommies? You're adding fuel to our already burning hearts!

Just prior to getting yelled at were these thoughts, visions, and music going through my head and already making me hurt: (now, if you truly want to feel my torment, play the song on the sidebar, very top right. Slipping Through My Fingers.)




Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning


Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile


I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness


and I have to sit down for a while


The feeling that I'm losing her forever


And without really entering her world


I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter


that funny little girl


Slipping through my fingers all the time


I try to capture every minute


the feeling in it
slipping through my fingers all the time


Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing


she keeps on growing
slipping through my fingers all the time


sleep in our eyes
her and me at the breakfast table


barely awake


I let precious time go by


then when she's gone there's that old melancholy feeling


and a sense of guilt I can't deny


What happened to the wonderful adventures


The places I had planned for us to go


Well some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know


slipping through my fingers all the time


I try to capture every minute


the feeling in it


slipping through my fingers all the time


do I really see what's in her mind
each time I think I'm close to knowing


she keeps on growing
slipping through my fingers all the time


Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture


and save it from the funny tricks of time


slipping through my fingers

slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
the feeling in it
slipping through my fingers all the time

do I really see what's in her mind
each time I think I'm close to knowing
she keeps on growing
slipping through my fingers all the time


Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile


So, you see Mr. Principal...
you should really be nice to the moms.

Hooray for ABBA, and blogs! Free therapy. And now I have a huge headache. But I get to go pick up Sydee (she wants to ride the bus to school, but ME to pick her up)! :)