You might be wondering what the title is about, it all about the time i spend waiting for my kid to come n give me a lovely smile n hug from her class… conveying me through her smile that her day time in school went well and she enjoyed loads.
I have seen her crying n coming out of her class, even smiling or complaining that she didn’t get something she wanted and many more . The best thing is the way she comes out of her school , i adore that. I never wanted to miss that lovely scene .
As always , I hurry to pick her from school and reach there at least 15 mins before , because , I don’t want to see any disappointment on her face , that her mommy didn’t arrive when she came out looking for her. That pains me more than a dagger.
The fifteen minutes I wait to see her , is always very slow as if a snail is moving . I keep my ears sharp to hear any sounds from inside just to know what she is doing , just out of curiosity.Its being the same past 6 months , since she joined her school.
Waiting is painful even when we know that kids will come out at a certain time . every minute seems like years and its vice-verse when we are out of time , minutes run like they are in marathon.
“ I’ve learned that waiting is the most difficult bit, and I want to get used to the feeling, knowing that you’re with me, even when you’re not by my side.” (Paulo Coelho)