Just yesterday, my son graduated from elementary school.
For those of you who have “been there”, you know how emotional this can be…
For those who are heading in that direction with your own,
and, to be honest,
I don’t think I would want to…not for something like this,
I am still grappling to understand how my baby is already moving up to middle school…and I am floored on a near-daily basis over the realization that he really is moving further and further away from that baby boy I once held in my arms and yet, at the same time, not at all.
It is hard to come to terms with that and even harder to accept that there’s nothing I can do about it except let him go and make the most of every possible opportunity I have been given to be with him.
So, I’ve basically been an emotional blubber of tears these past few weeks…there’s no denying that!
…but it all is just going so quickly.
It seems like only yesterday that I was chasing after him while he learned to walk…ready to catch him at a moment’s notice. Sometimes now, I feel like I’m running just to catch up, and I know that the day is coming soon where I’ll stop running altogether, catch my breath and sigh a bittersweet sigh over the realization that it’s time to let him go on his own. Oh yes, I’ll still be there, of that you can be sure, and I know that he will always need me and I will always be there to catch him at a moment’s notice, but life is different now…the seasons, they change so quickly…and I just couldn’t be any prouder of this young man he is becoming.
I’ve already written him a his graduation letter, but in my heart calls another: