Yesterday was a bitter sweet day.
My heart was filled with so much pride that it was hard for me to contain it. You see yesterday not only did my son get promoted to kindergarten but my daughter graduated from high school.
First things first. My son finished his preschool year with a picnic in the park. Even though the weather didn’t really cooperate for it, the kids still had a great time and we just went ahead and let them play through the rain, because well, it’s Oregon after all.
His teacher, Mrs. B, presented all the kids with a folder that included a Diploma, a poem that she wrote just for the class, the transcript of an interview she conducted with the kids, and a super cute little scrapbook. She was absolutely fabulous with the kids this year. They had a great time and learned so much.
The boy came home everyday gushing about some fabulous thing he learned or excited about what he had made. He is now showing such a love for doing school work. I know it won’t last but it’s so great to see him enjoy it.
That evening I was again excited to watch my youngest of the older girls graduate. We have been through so much with her. I have seen her grow from a lanky preteen to a beautiful young lady. Sure she has those moments that every teenager does where the attitude gets a little wonky but that hasn’t changed who she is. It humbles me that I have been fortunate to have had a hand in raising her.
I grew into motherhood with her help. We’ve learned so much together. My eyes get misty just thinking that very soon she will be striking out on her own, to blaze her own path. I know she will make mistakes and there will be times that she needs to be picked back up and set on the right path. I just hope she knows that a little piece of me will be going with her.