I am not a person that wells too much in emotion for very long. I like to think that since, at the core, I have always been a “glass half-full” gal, I have that inner rubber band that snaps back in the other direction when I get too down in the dumps. Lately, for the first time in my life, I have successfully managed to use exercise as a way to 1) stay away from food, and 2) to work out the frustrations of the day.
Now, before I get ahead of myself… this has only been for three weeks, but the timing could not have been more perfect. My son finished 6th grade yesterday, and has now crossed into junior high status. He also had a great year, academically speaking, which is a monstrous achievement for him. Just as he and I were flying high at the prospect of 7th grade looming, we were quickly grounded upon hearing he has classwork in addition to his required reading for the summer. A full-blown paper to write, and, to welcome him back in the Fall… a TEST immediately on his return in Math. For the love. sigh. We have not even met his teachers yet and they are already bringing us down on Day 1 of summer vacation.
By the way, that photo of the PB&J sandwich? Mine, which I made the day before. I didn’t mean to put a buzzkill on the mood of the day, but somehow I managed to create a sad face on white bread. Which I guess is par for the course.
But I digress…
I attended his school-end awards ceremony and prayer service. They group the children youngest front to back. Since K and 8th grade have already “graduated”, there was just 1st grade-7th grade in the pews. The parents and miscellaneous staff sit in the last few pews. And the parents that MUST. HAVE. PHOTOS. for every single event stand on the walls with cameras at the ready. As I sat in the back of the church, it dawned on me that he would only have one more of these ceremonies… next year. I suddenly felt awful that I didn’t take more pictures over the years. Hence, this beauty (taken on my iPhone which I whipped out in record time):
it will have to do.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, I got a little misty-eyed. Time is moving way too fast. In fact, I pretty much missed a big chunk of it this year. Not physically, but mentally. My boy is becoming a successful young man, despite my lapses in parenting at times. In fact, he’s almost a mini-me.
Soon the pews will run out, and then…..?
Next year, I’m standing on the wall.
…and bringing my SLR camera.