All the Time in the World.

As I watch for my not-so-little Bundle of Joy to disembark from the school bus my heart runs wild. As my gaze settles my nerves slow down and I wait for her to lock eyes with me. It doesn't happen. She is busy. Busy watching her friends. She barely slows down enough for a hug until she is skipping across the street (c'mon, Mom, the bus has its signals on!) to the park where all her friends seem to be happily swinging and climbing their hearts out.

Didn't they all just get off the bus together? It feels like we are showing up late to the party. I want to run after my Bundle of Joy and ask how Music was today. What did she do at recess? Did she wash her hands? But I am held down by a water bottle and a back pack. Idle hands decide to rifle through the paperwork, looking for some clue.  A piece to the puzzle.

As I look up she is waving goodbye to her friends and running towards me. "My friends leave the park after school so quickly, but we have all the time in the world," she states. She asks me to swing.

We swing.

Hanging in the air together she reminds me that it is picture day tomorrow and that she got to go to Music class today. It is then that I remember I found something for her while on my run earlier that day. When she stops her swing I hide the treasures behind my back and make her guess for a while. I display two acorns for her, a small one and a big one (a Mom and a baby). She is so delighted that she does a spin in the air and a hop skip up the stairs to the monkey bars.

After we are bored with the park we walk up to Acorn Lane and fill a leftover ziplock with bunches of acorns. When her Dad returns home this evening she is so proud to show him the acorns. We worked so hard painting and coloring each individual one with different colors and shapes.

Our lunch found us and we wolfed down two white sweet potatoes (with sour cream of course), pepperoni, strawberries and tomatoes. I didn't stop to think about the nutritional values we just ate what sounded good. Half way through our lunch we decided to finish watching Turbo (DreamWorks).

At 330pm we showed up at my 9 year old Loyal Companion's school with new shoes and socks (picture day tomorrow!) and a bag of popcorn.

Yes, my dear, we have all the Time in the world. So tomorrow, when you jump off the bus and high tail it over to the park to play with friends I will remember why. You are certain (beyond a shadow of a doubt) that I will always be here - that your Mom will always have Time. For you.

In the meantime, you are trying to squeeze in every last second with everyone else. And that is okay. I understand.