My oldest is graduating from the 8th grade tomorrow. Unbelieveable. I still think of him like this:
Turns out – he’s not that little guy on the right anymore. Instead he’s a tall, handsome man-child who will soon be off doing things and not needing his mama.
I find it odd that I 100% remember my 8th grade graduation. I remember my high school years very well. I know how he’s feeling excited/scared about moving forward in life and that there are so many things that really start to ‘matter’ now. Grades, decisions, and friends become huge. I spend hours praying over this boy. I know he is a gentleman. He is kind. He is smart. I just want him to use those things in his life.
I really can’t wait to see what he will become, who he will marry, and what a wonderful family he will have. I realize there is so much to look forward to, but I can’t help looking back too. I have loved every part of being a mom. There have been trials, and moments I’ve cried, screamed, and wanted to pull my hair out. But, even those I look back on as good memories of our life.
Truthfully, I don’t remember getting any older. I don’t know where the time has gone. I am just thankful that I have more to spend. ❤