|Nine months ago...|
It came to me earlier tonight as I was folding laundry that I am actually sad that G is finishing pre-K. As in, I'm not letting my brain go there too often, because there is an inexplicable "ugly cry" lurking. Every time I think about taking his "last day of school" picture on the front steps, I freak out a bit. I didn't get all emotional when school started at the beginning of the year, so I was wondering tonight what my problem is. Seems like the end of things is a lot harder of a milestone for me than the beginnings. Go figure.
Grady on the other hand is thrilled for summer vacation. No messy sentimentality on his part! Sure, he likes his teacher and classmates, but the lure of home for my little 5 year old homebody is too great. I guess the crushing responsibilities of pre-K- no homework, school 2 or 3 days a week, classroom rewards of Skittles for work accomplished- were wearing him down. He's ready to be footloose and fancy free. His basic attitude is, "It's been real, it's been fun, it's been real fun. Later, suckers." Not that he would ever say it that way. Ahem.
|Pinterest rip-off. One of many!|
I'm gonna need to have it out with God about all these goodbyes, all these seasons passing away that I can't control. All the fear that wants to step into the void left in the absence, reminding me that I have needs that aren't met in familiar ways anymore. Faith. Breathing in and out and knowing that the same One who gives me breath will give me friends, community, strength, and joy in the new things. And His presence in the loneliness, too. And I both cry, and remember that He is enough, at the same time.
In the meantime, we made fresh homemade lemonade today. Wrote our summer bucket list. And got ready to finish strong tomorrow.
Just need to remember to toss some kleenex in the van. For me.
|His backpack makes G look tiny. And, Craig was very tan.|