I was up at 4 am yesterday. Why? Seventh grade Science, that’s why. The Cell Model project. It was spinning through my head all night and started chiming me awake well before my alarm sounded. Eden had mentioned it last week, and I hadn’t heard another thing about it since. A parent reminder email from the Science teacher (God bless his dear soul) forced me to check the calendar and realize that it is due this Friday.
Our lives are so busy right now that planning ahead sounds like a nice idea, but every moment is chalk full of the stuff that a family of six and two working parents does.
So, instead of facing a stressful evening of last minute shopping-baking-clashing craziness that night, I hit WINCO before my early Yoga class **Namaste** for various cell-appropriate edibles. To get a jump start on the whole thing.
(Note to future insomniac self: 5 am winco = no other people in sight. Consider future shopping at this time.)
A 5am grocery store run is one little act of love I can perform for my teenage daughter. So much of her life does not involve me anymore, there are aspects of her social and school life that I will never know about, despite my carefully planned conversation starters. But I know about the cell project, and I could tell she needed a little bit of help to get going. I can do this part.
(Kenneth was concerned about the accuracy of the mitochondria representation so he lent a hand)
I remember very clearly a night, years ago, when Eden was about 5 or 6. I was on the computer and she was calling for me from bed to come tell her a story. I am so glad that the memory I have is of me logging off the screen, and snuggling in with her to rehearse a familiar tale like I used to do. Those days are gone now, and the memories I carry from them are priceless.
Maybe in a few years I will remember the night of the Cell Model project with some fondness and wish for the crazy days of business again.
I love this girl.
PS - During yoga someone emitted an audible fart. It wasn’t me. Phew.