We’ve watched our kids grow together and agonized over the awkward parts and laughed about some of the crazy parts and we know we are not even close to being done yet but my son’s former kindergarten teacher and I have a deal. When her daughter and my son are seniors in high school, we are going to rent us a limo and tailgate in the school parking lot with a couple other long-suffering moms on prom night.
It was her idea.
And we haven’t told the kids.
I remember standing beside her and watching the kids play one day years and years ago. She sighed deep, leaned her head close to mine and said, “And to think, one day they’ll rule the world.”
I just laughed.
She’s the one who taught me how to rewrite history.
“All you need is one good photograph,” she said. “You get one good picture and you’ll never remember the bad parts. You’ll look at that picture years later and all you’ll remember is love.”
I think she’s right.
But maybe, just maybe…maybe it’s not rewriting history as much as it is shining a light on the truth of the bigger story.
I’m a morning person and happiest in a place with no walls. Give me a bed of grass and a blanket-sky and I will dream deep in wonder. But a good story takes me to this place too. And a poem? Even better. You can always find me here. Or connect with me on on facebook, twitter, or pinterest.