And not because the weatherman keeps reminding us each night how many days left until it is officially spring. And yes, it would be hard to tell that spring is near considering that as I write this, it has snowed all morning (bringing Seattle up to its 7th (and maybe 6th) worst winter since they started tracking those things. Not even my daffodils, which are valiantly trying to pop up and grow. Two have even bloomed, but I think those ones are just the over-achiever sorts.
No, I know Spring is near when the boys in the afternoon carpool start discussing the one subject that only comes up when Spring draws near: girls.
And I drive and smile to myself, because romance, as it turns out is winter-proof, recession proof, Congress-proof, even Mom-is-eavesdropping-proof.
So this year, I got a little curious and asked my oldest little hero who he likes. And though I didn’t get a name, I did get this very heroish response, “Mom, I’ve liked the same girl since 2nd grade. Some things don’t change.” Doesn’t that just warm your heart on a snowy day? Make you believe that the rest of your daffodils will bloom?
Spring is coming, I know it is. How about you, what are your signs of Spring?
Well, I’m not all that sure what season is coming, actually. LOL The beginning of the month was the blizzard of the century (though not really, but that’s how to news sounded like they were calling it), then it turned to the 60s by the end of the week. This week it’ll be in the 50s mostly all week. . . so I’m just taking it day by day, then I’ll believe it’s actually changing seasons. LOL
My signs of spring are looking at my kindergarteners and seeing in their little faces how much they have grown and learned this year. I can hear it in the way they talk to each other. I am so proud of them! And sad, too, because soon it will be time to leave their first year of school behind and embark on the rest of their school career. I hope we can enjoy our last little bit of time together. When I see them in the Fall, they will be different – big first graders. They will come by to visit and give me a hug. They will remark in their worldly voice, as they look around the room, about how everything looks so small and ask me if we still have naptime. We don’t have a naptime in first grade, they say. But, I don’t miss their wistful smile as they give me one last lingering hug. Oh the places they will go and the things they will see. I am glad I will have this spring to celebrate their accomplishments with them!
Cabin fever. We are ALL ready to be outside.
Awww, your son is a little charmer! I wonder if the little girl knows he likes her? So cute!
It’s when everyone talks blarney with a brogue, sparkles in green and dances jigs. The luck of the Irish heralds spring! Happy St. Pat’s Day and go kiss a shamrock.