Stacked in moments, days, weeks, years.
Instantly… from here to there.
No matter the preparation
No matter the acceptance
No matter at all.
Big Sprout walks out the elementary arches today. A symbolic exit into that big, scary world that is sure to gobble him up. The 12-year-old who starts this next phase, will not be the kid who comes out on the other end.
No one with teenagers has been able to lie to me about how great these next few years are going to be. No one.
I know what’s coming, and there’s not a thing I can do about it.
In six short years he’ll be gone. Visiting occasionally, I know, but essentially…gone.
I’ve tried not to think about it this past week, so instead I have simply chosen to be miserable to everyone.
The thing is, I kindof love this kid. I love that he gives me a thumbs up every morning when I wake him for school. I love that he digs inspirational quotes and witty jokes. I love that he cares deeply for people around him… making the compassionate choice more often than not. I love that he can be friends with pretty much anyone. I love that he has a contagious enthusiasm for life. And I love that he still hugs me goodbye… but it’s the last thing I want him to do.
I’m out of words…for now. I’m actually surprised I was able to write anything at all this morning.
Choosing to grow through this…because obviously, what choice do I have?
Copyright 2012 Meagan Frank Choosing to Grow