…and after running back into the house, getting cash, running to the gas station, putting in enough gas to get you to the school, you realize that all the parking spots are taken in the school lot and that the reserve lot next to the school has now been ripped up due to the new grocery store being constructed….So you drive all the way down the hill, way down from the school (over a mile away) and sprint up the hill (doing a seven minute mile for the first time in your life, you estimate by the way,), and once there, realizing that a fence has now been erected along the field that goes to the school (most likely due to the construction of the grocery store) so that you have to run alongside the fence to find an opening at the far end before you can cut across the field to the school parking lot…..And, then, on your way, you step right in several deep puddles of mud in the grass, but sprint through them anyhow, wet muck splashing up on you, braving anything, all the elements (including historical snowstorm aftermaths) if possible, just to get to the sidelines of the parade and let your youngster see that you are THERE to see HIM, just like all the other parents are there to see their beautiful youngsters…. And you run up alongside the wall of parents, rip out your camera from your coat pocket and realize, with your heart sinking down into your shoes and tears welling in the corners of your eyes, that now the fifth graders are walking through the parade route and your son’s grade has already gone through....but perhaps that's him disappearing through the school door up ahead?...maybe...I think it is okay when your youngster says, as he gets off the bus and runs to you, “Did you see me, Mom?” and you answer, “Yes, honey, I saw you….and you looked AMAZING!” Yes, in my opinion, then it is okay to lie...
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