Tick…Tick…Tick. I can hear the imaginary clock in my head. The time seems to be moving in slow motion towards the end of the day. Normally, the days seem to blaze by in a blur of exciting activities, silly students, and hands-on learning. Today though, even Dr. Seuss’ birthday, the super awesome 3D social studies map and SOLSC for students can’t make the day go faster. You see, today, my mom is coming to town to visit. I can feel my whole body rebelling against the constructs of time. Make it be 3:00 every cell in my body seems to hum. Mom…mom….mom. Even the imaginary clock seems to know what it’s counting down to.
My mom usually only comes to visit once a year and this is her second trip so, this visit is extra special. We also have tons of exciting plans. We get to go see AWOLNATION tonight at Stubb’s. This will be our third time seeing them together and we both can’t wait. My ears seem to be rebelling against all the non-rocking sounds that my slow-mo day presents. We also get to go make signs at Board and Brush on Saturday. A Christmas present we’ve had to wait over 2 months to enjoy. My hands seem to be frustrated that they aren’t currently pounding away at wood making it weathered and stained. Finally, I get to bring my mom to all kinds of delicious restaurants. Coming from Midland she definitely has a limited selection normally. I plan to bring her to all of my personal favorite places. My stomach is grumbling its complaints that it isn’t currently stuffed with Naan, Hand-pulled noodles, and queso.
The thing I’m probably most excited about though is spending some one-on-one time with my momma. Normally, when I go home for holidays, I have to share her. Share with my brother. Share with her husband. Share with her stepdaughter. Share with her job. But for this whole weekend, I don’t have to share. I get my mom all to myself. I know it’s kinda selfish but I CANNOT wait! My heart seems to be screaming at me “YAY!!! MOM IS COMING. WOOHOO!!! JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER. AHHH!!!” The elation is building in me more and more with each passing second. Mom…Mom…Mom… The imaginary clock has started it’s ticking again. I…Love…Mom.