So I think I will share a little of my emotional mom side this morning 🙂
I just received my daughter’s High school placement test registration in the mail yesterday and
I’m thinking “I just celebrated my son’s eighth grade graduation, I am not ready for hers too!”
Time goes so fast with the kids, for me anyway, because I know it all seems to crawl by for them.
So I thought I would share what I wrote when my son headed out the door for his first day of
High School this year. I am sure I will pause and second guess hitting the publish button when I am
finished since this is probably the first time I will be sharing personal writing with the public, but here
August 21, 2013
Today my son started High School…and I just keep thinking about how I could never quite picture this day
when he was little. It seemed so far off, but now all of the growing up has really made its presence known.
I’m so proud of him and am amazed at the young man he’s turning into when I look at him. Yet at the same time
images of my baby boy overlap my vision. He tells me about his friends, his day, his new technological discoveries,
his latest skateboarding accomplishment and I am listening but pushing him on the swings at the part at the same
time. I am listening but watching him build a Lego tower and crash his cars into it. I am listening but seeing him
climb a tree and dress up like spider man. I am listening but we are working on crafts at the kitchen table and
reading bedtime stories.
I am filled with all of those days of childhood that passed so quickly with all its wonder and am now very aware
that each day forth should be counted because in a moment he will be ready for new beginnings. In the blink of
an eye he will be a man. I will always be there for him, listening, and for now continue to guide. It fills my heart
with joy to be part of strengthening his wings, but at the same time my heart wants to slow these days flying by-
push off that future a bit farther into the distance where he takes off…so I am savoring these days, even when
parenting a teenager feels like hitting a brick wall or asks for more sacrifice.
I am savoring, because in a moment he will be grown,
but even then,
I will be here