In their arms they carried book bags, lunch boxes and other various school supplies. Plus, a few carried babies too young to set down on the wet pavement only because they may have waddled away.
And cameras – I am not talking about my crappy $79 Wally World special digital camera. I am talking expensive cameras – the type photojournalists use to capture news. Plus, cameras on their “Smart phones.”
They were posing their children in corners.
I giggled when I saw them.
“NEWBIES,” I said out loud.
The twins just looked at me and yelled, “CAN WE GOOOOO?”
“Not now, the church bells haven’t chimed yet,” I told them.
The clock in the Traverse read 11:57 a.m.
We left and ran like the dickens to the door way.
I felt the eyes on me.
“WHAT is SHE doing?” they were saying to themselves.
As soon as we got 5 feet away from the pre-school door, the lovely Ms. Julie opened the door to welcome in the crazies.
I walked the twins to their cubbies. Then, I helped them take off their backpacks, tossed in the lunch boxes which contained a self-packed snack of Yahoo and crackers and walked to the bathroom.
The routine was old news for us.
For the newbies, they were a bit freaked out.
“I don’t know what I am doing. I had all girls,” said one grandma to a youngster as he stood in front of the urinal.
I gave the twins a hug and a kiss good-bye, just like I did last year.
They marched into the classroom like pros. Sat on a carpet square and didn’t look back.
When I left the room, I saw three parents lingering around.
Another parent had to leave to get a piece of important paperwork. Her son was waiting for her in the lobby.
In my best “pre-school teacher” voice I said to the little boy, “How about we go back inside to see the fish …” The last thing I wanted was for him to make a mad-dash out the door after his mom who sped away in her SUV to get that “important paper.”
When I took the youngster back to Ms. Julie, there were still parents loitering about in the hallway.
Clearly they didn’t get the memo that pre-school lasted ONLY 2.5 hours.
Over time, they too will learn the importance of freedom and hopefully follow me as I bolt out of the school like a flash of lightening.
Don’t judge me. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I love my children, but I also love my 2.5 hours of freedom three days a week.