You’re Gonna Miss This

Last week as I was calmly frantically getting ready to leave for Chicago the next day, Roger Leroy arrived in my room after school with a white board with a hole cut out.

Roger Leroy: “Here is my locker strip.”

Me: “Huh?”

Roger Leroy: “Remember, locker strips?”

Me: “No”

RL: “Mom…Senior week…you have to decorate this before you leave, then parents go on Sunday to the school and hang them on our lockers.”

Me: “This Sunday? While I’m gone?”

RL: “We can go hang them…they were really cool last year…you have time, right?”

Sure, I have time.

Let me just dig out pictures and print a few at Costco and finish helping you both with your senior scrapbooks and senior speech for Language Arts and it’s Scary Baby’s birthday and I need a haircut and I haven’t packed or written the speech I’m suppose to give…

Somehow though, in the sage words of their lovely brother whose life mantra is “It will out work out” — it did.

I think they didn’t turn out half bad. Not that I have any idea what they were suppose to look like.

I had some pictures left from when I made their cross country albums. Actually the bottom was an 8 x 10 of a page I made with song lyrics in the background.

The song came out last year right around the time when we were headed to Nashville for their fun birthdaymonth. When Trace Adkins starting singing it, I sent them a text that said “Listen to the lyrics.”

She was staring out that window of that SUV
Complaining, saying “I can’t wait to turn 18″
She said” I’ll make my own money, and I’ll make my own rules.”
Mama put the car in park out there in front of the school
Then she kissed her head and said “I was just like you”

You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days
Hadn’t gone by so fast

These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this

Click here to see Trace Adkins singing “You’re Gonna Miss This”

They found this hysterical in a way only teenagers can. It has become a standing joke and I play along with them and we all make everyone get quiet whenever the song plays and say, “Shhhhh…Listen to the Lyrics.”

I can handle the joke. But I do hope they listen to the lyrics. In spite of their uncool mother.

That night, PhilBillPaul went in their dark bedroom to check on them.

I made him go back in and snap this picture.

Our almost 18 year-old twins in one twin bed.

Don’t think I don’t know the truth.

It’s a two-way street.

I’m gonna miss this…