My office happens to be across the street from the local high school; a fact both convenient ( for me) and potentially embarrassing ( I may show up at lunch and dance in the quad) for my son. There was the time I got a call, 10 minutes after school started, ” this is the school nurse, your son is here, he hurt his shoulder” A quick run across the street I found him in pain in the nurses office. Realizing he needed to be seen at the Dr, a quick call to dad to bring the insurance card and off to the Dr he goes. diagnosis broken arm. Seems the kids all took turns swinging off a post – his turn didn’t turn out so well.
Sophomore year my son had early morning class and I would drive him to school, run back home, finish getting ready myself then drive to work. Fortunately we didn’t live too far and, as a parent, you do what needs to be done. When my son got his license he would ask me if he could use the car at lunch time. The routine became- drive him to school, when I returned I would park in front of the school and walk across the street to my office leaving the car for him. One day I left a small note on the dash with some money for lunch, and a reminder to turn in the form he forgot.
As the days went on this routine became pretty regular and each day I would leave a note. Simple things: have a great day. I love you. Relax and do your best on today’s test. Don’t forget to pick me up after work. I never really knew if he actually read the notes. I would find them later in the side door pocket or the center console. He never mentioned them. No matter, I kept leaving them.
One morning he drove me to work- he didn’t have early class that day- and as I got out he looked at me and asked ” where’s my note?” I was surprised. I told him I didn’t think he even noticed them, except for the one’s that had money in them. No, he said, I love your notes. Ok, I will remember that.
Each morning I would write the days note and leave it in the car or with the keys. Each morning he would read it. I didn’t get a lot of feedback then, but I kept on, for over 2 years. A positive comment, a quote I liked, an apology if needed. Each day an offering, a connection, an affirmation that I love him.
My son is now graduated and I no longer leave notes for him. I miss that. I do have the notebooks, and on occasion I will take a look. Reminders of how life was, how much I love my son, how proud I am of him. What started as a simple note became a very important part of our life. Well, at least to me.
“The best inheritance a parent can give to his children is a few minutes of their time each day.””
A.J.B Ich liebe dich.