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!
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.