First and third.
Those are the grades my boys are about to start next week. First and third and how exactly did we get here? How was I just looking through photos that feel like yesterday when really they span the entire lifetimes (so far) of my kids? First steps, learning to swim, bedtime stories. It’s all there, one memory building on the next. Now preschool is a distant memory, backpacks and pencil cases have been purchased and we are right smack in the middle of the elementary years.
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We Grow Up Together
I don’t tend to get sad about the passage of time. I think it’s fascinating. I love how humans change and adapt and become so many different versions of themselves. I’m in awe of the change and grateful for a mind sound enough to process what has happened and dream about what may. But man if it doesn’t happen fast.
Somehow these boys….
Are now these boys…
And this clueless bride and groom-to-be…
Are now the primary role-models for two entire humans…. (sorry guys)
That’s the thing about parenting that we really don’t understand as kids. When I was younger, I looked to my parents and their friends as the graduates. They had finished the school of stupid mistakes and made it through to the other side. They were now qualified to pass down their hard-earned wisdom to generations of offspring.
I had no idea I would still feel like a child at 38, married with two kids and a career. Surprise!
The truth is, we are all doing this for the first time, every time. And most of the time we do pretty well. Really! The more I know, the less I know and I’m ok with that. In fact, it helps me relax and be gracious with myself. Moms of one child this is true for you. Moms of five children, this is also true for you.
So as Calvin walks into the 1st grade classroom and Oscar walks into the 3rd grade classroom for the first time, I will be watching them go for the first time, all over again. Life is so weird and cool.
The Elementary Years – Letter to My Sons
I have more experiences under my belt than I did at 12 or 15 or 25, but I’m still that eager student waiting to learn, looking for the best way. If my boys learn one thing from me, I hope it’s that if we keep our minds open to the possibility of being wrong, we’ll get it right more than we could have hoped for.
So before I send them through those big doors, I’m making a few promises to myself and my boys with this letter. We may all be new at this, but we’re ready and excited to see what this year will bring!
For all the parents out there doing each day for the first time every day, hang in there! I’m proud to be a part of this community and we’re making it happen, mistakes and all.
Are you parenting in the elementary years? What are your tips?