I have sunburn on my arms. I have this weird cramp in my leg that won't quite quit. I am downright exhausted. My head is spinning. It's nearly 10 pm and I should be asleep.
But I feel good.
I spent the day at my son's school for Fun Day. In lieu of the arguably more common Field Day, our elementary school hosts a day-long event for the children involving games, rides and giant inflatables. I hauled cases of water, many folding chairs, and tables. I wrangled children. I ruled over a cross between a bouncy house and an obstacle course, shouting things like "Get with your partner!" and "Stay behind the black line until I say go!" and "I need two lines here, people!"
The weather was perfect for the event. Originally scheduled for last Friday, it was moved due to rain. Given that the forecast looked equally dismal for Monday's planned rain date, it was postponed further to today. The breezes were plentiful, but the sun shone brightly all day leaving me positively swampy after basking in its glory for seven hours.
When my son was dismissed for the day, we headed home where I fed him, showered him, and put him in his jammies by 4pm. I needed to head back to the school for our last PTA meeting of the year and I fully expected he'd crash long before I arrived home. I wasn't even sure he'd make it to when I had to leave for the meeting which began at 7.
The meeting was long, but productive. If I think I'm tired now, I better get ready for next year since, perhaps due to my bleary, sun-drenched state, I found myself volunteering for several committees in the fall. I'm a doer and have been known for my compulsion to take on responsibilities without having to be asked.
As I sit here tonight, contemplating what I've gotten myself into, I can't help but smile. It feels so good to be a part of my son's school and to be building community with like-minded parents who want our kids to have the best they can have.
I don't know that I ever pictured myself as this kind of mom. I never really thought about what being a mom would be like past the early stages of infancy and toddlerhood, neither of which went how I envisioned. But here I am, jumping in head first.
I returned home to a child still awake, so overtired he couldn't even get his eyes to close until almost an hour past his normal bedtime. I coaxed him to relax held his hand and wiped his hair from his brow, marveling at how the only time there is a trace of my little one is when he's sleepy. I asked if Fun Day was really a fun day. He smiled and nodded, his eyes finally starting to flutter.
He drifted off content and I look forward to doing the same.