The other day, Zack returned to school after missing an entire week of school due to snowdays and a cold. It marked the EIGHTH week in a ROW that he didn’t go to his Pre-K program all four scheduled days in a week.
We did the best we could do with cabin fever and crafts, coughs and lots of coffee.
But there’s something about rounding that corner, you know? Everyone has their corner. For a tired, exhausted, overwhelmed mom of two cranky and bored kids in a miserably cold winter, that corner was the bus pulling in front of the house Monday morning and a smile creeping across both my face and Zack’s.
Even better than that bus pulling away and the calming sense of routine returning, was its return a few hours later.
Zack was smiling when I opened the door and yelled, “Call Uncle Brick!” which made me laugh so hard. He insisted on walking to the door, not being carried, and wanted to open the mailbox to check for “Momma letters”, too. I was so giddy with happiness. And it was in the high 40s that day, too! Hooray!
Addie was at the front door, blowing raspberries against the glass. Zack met her on the other side and blew drool all over the window, too. (Note to self: You still haven’t cleaned all those prints, oops!)
We opened the door and she squealed a thousand exclamations.
“Zack, you’re home!”
“I’m so glad you’re home!”
“Come into my playroom.”
And then, she grabbed the zipper on his coat, which he had been struggling with, and said, “I help you?”
He smiled and nodded, leaned over and kissed her forehead.
The newspaper in my hand, only one boot off.
She pulled the zipper down, he tore the red and black jacket off and threw it across the room. They both laughed. I couldn’t help but giggle, too. And then he wrapped his arms around her.
Turned to me: “Schnack, Momma, please!” (Typical, haha)
And she returned the hug. A little ten-second bear squeeze. I still only have one boot on.
And she held out her hand, which he grabbed. And they marched into the living room and sat down at the couch together.
I heard Addie ask him if he was a good boy at school and that laughter from my throat made me take the other boot off, grab the backpack and the thrown jacket and walk back into normalcy, happiness and the appreciation of the little things.