Pull up to any elementary school playground at recess and you will undoubtedly find kids playing tag, or “chasemaster.” It’s a site to behold – children running freely with joy and excitement in their eyes, wanting only to tag or evade tagging by whoever is “it.” Seems like a lot of us grow out of tag, but not the art of chasing.
I have been a chasemaster of lots of things. In middle school I chased friendship. High school I chased belonging and individuality. In college I chased knowledge, independence, love, passion and my career. These days I feel like it’s all I do…chase. I feel like I’m biting at the heels of my life, barely keeping up. And I’m tired, and ultimately I’m happy. I’m so happy that I have a life so full that I need to keep chasing the TIME to fit more into it. That’s really what it is that I’m chasing, isn’t it? Time.
And sometimes I win my game of chasemaster. This week, I won a few times. I caught enough time to enjoy:
The way an 8th grade male student purposely placed these turtles. If you are in middle school, this is pornographic and worthy of spontaneous and uncontrolled laughter by any other middle school student who sees it.
I caught an 8th grade middle school boy finish his lunch and then walk over to socialize with two of our female special needs students. I watched how he made them laugh hysterically, completely unphased by the watchful, and likely judging eyes of his peers. I watched him negotiate with the students’ skills trainer so that HE could push the wheelchair bound student out of the cafeteria and to her next class. I watched and smiled, because this same boy has been in the office struggling with taking responsibility for a poor choice he made the week earlier.
I chased an unorthodox solution to a seemingly unsolvable problem at work. It started with a question, loaded with the promise to solve the problem but potentially blow up in my face. Miraculously my question was well received and answered positively. I was even THANKED. And just for the record, really good news travels just as fast as bad news sometimes.
And best of all, I caught enough time to enjoy hugs, snuggles, laughs, and quality time with all three of my children AND my sweet husband.
My house is a mess, I’m tired, we had frozen pizza for dinner, and I’m so wanting to cheat and have a soda (which I gave up for Lent along with juice and buying lunch on work days) right now. But it’s all good…and I’m on the run.
TAG! You’re it!