Sneaky Father Time

January, February, March and April, May, June, July and August, September, October, November, December....nineteen-eighty-three.

I thought that was the coolest song when I learned it. I mean, here I was in Kindergarten, and I knew my months of the year!! I was only slightly stumped when we went back to school after the new year and the teacher explained that the words of the song had changed a little. Now, rather than chanting 1983 after we sang our months, we chanted 1984. I wasn't at all sure how this worked, but took it in stride and sang my little heart out, careful to say the new number at the end. Then I put my hand over my heart, said the Pledge of Allegiance, and sang 'Your A Grand Ol' Flag'.

Do kids still get to do cool things like that in school? Mine will totally start learning 'Your A Grand Ol' Flag' next week.

I have already taught them the months of the year song. But we sang it today, review for the older two, and still learning for Elizabeth. It had a major change at the end, though. My head instantly reverted to being a pint-sized kiddo, wearing my head-band and pig-tails. I stood on the brightly colored, somewhat faded carpet with fifteen other children, who wouldn't dare misbehave (paddles were not even close to being ousted from the classrooms yet), chanting our books of the Bible, then singing our months of the year. "...nine-teen-eighty-three!" The memory was so vivid that I started to sing it that way, when I realized that, really, it was...uh...twenty-seven years later!

You know Father Time is sitting somewhere in his BarcaLounger having a chuckle on me and his trick of slipping so much time past me.