I got a wild hair this past week to find some throw back pictures. Which took me to my scrapbooks from high school and my bulging senior book (thanks mom for sending that). I was having a fun time texting a high school friend some pictures from back in the day. One of which was this little gem from senior year. In Texas you make or order a mum with your name and your date’s name on it (ever see Hope Floats? Just like that). The bigger the better (as is everything in Texas). This friend and I were in drill team, and for some odd reason, the booster club thought we needed a drill team (dance team) one, too, so we were heavily weighted down!
As I was flipping the pages and taking yet another trip down memory lane, I came across another picture that stopped me dead in my tracks. Sure, they look like they are having fun (yes, that’s Mr. Serious in high school), and being silly, but in hindsight (like almost 15 year hind sight?) incredibly stupid. Dumb. Idiots. All of us (I was taking the picture after all).
This was us outside of school after a couple hours. We were outside because this was a couple days post-Columbine and our school had a bomb threat called in. Everybody took them seriously so we were evacuated. I distinctly remember how frantic all of the adults were. Crying. Yelling. Screaming at us to get out of the school. We totally didn’t get it. We thought it was a joke.
And, I remember when they finally gave us the all clear to leave school without penalty (for skipping or truancy) and we went to Mr. Serious’ house just up the road. Remember back in the day before cell phones? We couldn’t call our parents to let them know what happened. We couldn’t call the news to alert them that we were okay. So when we got to the house, his mom (now- MIL) ran down the stairs crying and giving us HUGE hugs saying how glad she was that we were home and okay. We were stupid. We shrugged it off. Nothing would happen to us at school. It was totally a safe place for us, right? We really, really didn’t get it.
Now? I totally get it. It took me being a mom and seeing a horrible tragedy play out with so many children and their parents for me to get it. Now? I worry every day when I send my kids to school. Heck, I worry every day. Period. As parents we worry about everything (well, maybe as moms). Sending our kids out into the world shouldn’t be one of those times but it is.
I don’t know how I will instill this in my kids. I’m sure I will never be successful at letting them know just how much they mean to me and how much worry and fear that I have for them. It will probably take until they are parents themselves to fully see how much we love them. How much they mean to us. And how scary every new thing is. And how much faith we put in them, everybody else and God!
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