The Golden Moment

TD is a rather mercurial child.  If you ask her how her day is going she is probably going to reply with an exasperated, "I don't know!" that is akin to a sullen fifteen year-old. Five=fifteen in attitude it seems. Then she is off singing in her polly pocket world as happy as a clam.  That is changing now that she has entered elementary school.  When I used to pick her up at preschool she was sullen.  She didnt' want to leave friends.  Kindergarten has changed all that.  I like to call this new stage, the golden moment.

As soon as she spies me waiting for her at the bus stop each afternoon her face lights up. She runs off the bus, arms outstretched to me yelling, "Mommy!"  I get tunnel vision and see only her.  She is like this little drop of sunshine. I know, I know, I cringe just typing that but it is true.  The look of pure happiness and love that is all over her face is so fantastic I can't describe it any other way.  I love it.  It is such a departure from how she used to interact with me on school days.  The happiness. It is contagious. 

Some parents are afraid to send their kids off to school on the big yellow bus.  Others can't wait.  I was definitely in the latter category.  While the moment is fleeting, it is there.  Each and every day I get that golden moment to share with her and everything is worth it.

It's the rain.  It's making me ridiculously sentimental and a touch melancholy as of late.  Just wait until tomorrow when I post about some long-dead relative who had a voice like butterscotch.