This end of school year stuff makes me sentimental mess. Our baby, our last child, is promoting from Kindergarten. She’s giving us all of our “lasts”. She’s my last to be in Kindergarten. Something about this transition from Kinder to First makes me all too aware of how fast life is moving.
Our oldest, our first-born is leaving 6th grade. He’s officially moving into Middle School (6th grade is its own campus here). He’s giving us all of our firsts. My first to hit middle school. MIDDLE SCHOOL. Y’all, I don’t even… He was just my baby. And now he’s going into Middle School. I feel so ill-prepared for this. I know God has a plan and I know He will give me what I need to be this boy’s mother. But there’s so much I don’t feel ready for. Like I’m gonna fumble and punt my way through the next few years. We’re doing this growing up thing together. Yes, I’m a grown up (although some would probably debate that). But I’ve never raised up children at this age. Sometimes I think I’m learning as much or more than they are.
But I hope that they, actually that WE, always dance. I love this song. It’s so my heart for my kids. And for me. In all of the busy, in all of the hurry, in all of the growing and fighting and loving, I hope we dance.