Graduate

Well, we done did it.

We graduated an 8th grader.

I was hoping it would be quick and painless. But, alas, it was a little
painful on this mama's heart.

As soon as the pomp and circumstance started, I started to lose it. It didn't help that Grammy was losing it too, next to me.

He just looked so grown up, and there is something about that song that makes all of the previous years flash before your eyes. I felt the same way when I got married and the wedding march started...complete excitement, panic and WOW...all at once.

The ceremony was perfect...the details perfect...the words perfect for these kids who are about to enter into four very important years. I do believe they have no idea what is about to hit them. We as parents do, because we have been there. But how do we save them from the frustration, heartache and stress that they will experience? We don't. I know for sure that I will just be on my knees a whole lot more. It will be good for me, to practice handing the reigns over to the Lord willingly instead of him gently reminding me all of the time that he is in control.

I know for sure in my heart that he has great things in store for this guy. He has blessed him with many talents, and we are excited to watch them develop as he gets closer to flying the coop...which I'm positive will be here in a flash. Our hearts swelled with absolute pride as we listened to what his fellow students and teachers said about him. It gave me the boost I needed to keep on keepin' on...apparently we must be doing a few things right. :) Congrats Big Guy. Here's to the next four years.

xoxoxoxo