I think it is safe to say that spring has arrived. Not that anything is blooming yet (except some crocuses that I saw yesterday), but the snow is almost gone, and the kids are playing outside. THEY are definitely blooming. Life is so good!
Spring is always a busy time, so yesterday I was making sure my calendar was up to date, and mentally preparing myself for the faster pace. Even looking forward to it. I was looking at this handout that Ben's teacher gave us at conferences and double checking to make sure I had marked all the dates.
And then it hit me.
It's not so much the visit from the middle school counselors,
or really even the graduation.
I am looking forward to the new challenges for Ben. He is ready.
I thought I might fear the teen years, but really, watching our kids grow is
the most amazing and exciting thing I have ever experienced.
I think even I am ready.
Here's what hit me:
I am a little nervous that we are going to a place where
is no longer a recurring theme.
I have been hanging out with these guys since they were LITTLE.
To the teacher in me, they have sort of been my class.
Except that when I was a teacher, I never had the joy of watching them grow up.
They kinda stole my heart when I wasn't looking.
But now they will go off to two different schools
and I will begin to lose track of some of them.
And these girls?
They're only a year behind.
I did not grieve my kids going to school. Watching them get on that bus to kindergarten was honestly the thrill of a lifetime for me, because I think schools are some of the most awe-inspiring places on earth and I could hardly wait to share that with them. Obviously I knew they would finish elementary school and move on. But I had no idea how emotional it would be for me.
"Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom."