Today marks the second semester of this school year. As I frantically try to get the kids back into a routine, I don’t have time to think about what a monumental year this will be for all of my children. But as the house became quiet and it was just me and the Doberbutt, it sank it.
It is my oldest son’s graduating year. After 13 years we are finally seeing the finish line. I will admit with no shame at all, I did cry when I ordered his graduation announcements and they handed me his “commemorative tassel” to mark this his senior year. How did it go by so quickly?
It is the final year at the high school for my middle son who will be moving on to the senior high school next year. His final school in our journey before he, too, looks graduation in the face.
And in a very surreal and bittersweet time, we mark the final year for my daughter at her elementary school that I have been actively involved in for 13 years. My last baby leaving elementary school. A school that has brought so many wonderful and heartbreaking moments. It will be both sad to see us leave the amazing and outstanding staff at the school we have come to know so well.
Yet, with each of these monumental changes, I can’t help but be excited. So many wonderful beginnings will be coming up after this school semester. But first, we will go through some sad goodbyes.
But for now I will enjoy each and every moment this time brings our way. It is our time to celebrate how far each of us have come. I will cherish all of it.
Now, if someone can slow it down a bit, that would be great!