My youngest graduated from high school a week and a half ago, and it's time to celebrate.
I ran across some pictures this past week while cleaning out a drawer, and found his school pictures from kindergarten, first grade, and some others during his elementary years. As his sister and I ooh'ed and aah'ed over them, I thought, where did the time go? Amazing.
When he was about to enter kindergarten, we were in the grocery story one day and as he was sitting in that seat in the cart facing me (he's 6 foot now- how did he ever FIT in that thing?), somewhere near the deli counter I commented to him about how his brother would be going into sixth grade, his sister would be entering fourth, and he would be headed to kindergarten. Amazing.
He looked up at me with astonishment, reached up and held my chin in his chubby little hands and said to me, "Mommy! You are going to be all alone!!"
What was causing his fear was causing my joy, and I quickly assured him that Mommy was just over the top fine with this, and I really would be okay.
When I sent him to first grade, we had just moved to our new house (which, if you've been reading, is my old house where I grew up), and I was terrified he wouldn't make it off the bus, up the steps, and to the right classroom without direct guidance by the hand from me. But I wasn't allowed to go. And he made it just fine. Amazing.
Two months from Monday, we will be taking a loaded car down the pike and dropping him off at college. We'll help him set up his dorm room, make sure he's acclimated, remind him where the dining hall is, and then drive home without him.
Happy graduation party day, Spencer. Enjoy your day, because it's all about you. We love you with all our hearts and can't wait to see what great things God has in store as you venture out with Him.
Posted by Beth Coulton