Walking into my son's school for a parent teacher conference, I am greeted by rows of tables stacked with overflowing blue bins filled with hats, lonely gloves, sweatshirts, pants and glasses. I wonder: How do kids leave school without their pants? How do you not know your eye glasses are missing? 'Kids are so frivolous,' I think as I work my way through the pseudo swap meet looking to reunite my son with any of his belongings. And as I sift through the dozens of neon colored Under Armour sweatshirts, I start to equate my life to a lost and found.
I am always in one of these states either I've lost my patience with one of my kids (usually the same one) or I've found I'm stronger than I think. I stopped to think about what I've lost and found recently.
*Desire to work for someone else
*Desire to please people/ Need to prove myself to others
*Caring what people think about me
*Patience with most entitled and uneducated Americans
*Respect for Christian Conservatives who judge people under the guise of Christ
*Judgement of others without true introspection
*Need to shield myself from some pain
*Family IS the most important thing
*Acceptance/Peace with myself
*It's okay to be selfish sometimes
*New passions and goals
*A new depth of love, compassion and understanding
*Nothing in this realm lasts forever
*Failure is relative
It is so important in life to lose somethings and find others. It's a process of true growth.
I never found any of my son's belongings at the school swap meet, but all hope is not lost that half his wardrobe will resurface in time.
Documenting my evolution by filling in space and matter one word at a time.