One of the best pieces of advice I ever received was when my first born, a dark headed and tan Britton, was just one week old. I was complaining about how tired I was and my friend Sarah (who brought her first baby home from the hospital just months earlier) said to me, “Remember this is just a phase. Everything is a phase and then you will move on to the next phase. This won’t last forever.”
How did she know this to be true?
Another phase is coming to an end for that same July baby… the phase of elementary school. We’ve gone through many phases: sleeping through the night, potty training, leaving preschool to start the “big school”, the horse phase, the mermaid tail phase, and the punk gloves phase.
While I remember a good bit of my childhood, I don’t recall making a fuss about graduating from lower school. Now that I ‘m a parent, moving onto middle school suddenly seems like a big stinking deal. So much so that it deserves a graduation, distinguished speakers, diplomas, handshakes and a huge party.
Oh wait, all of those things did happen today. My little girl graduated from 5th grade.
Britton walked across that stage, looked administrators in the eyes while she proudly shook their hands, with a big smile on her face. Friends with young children, hear me when I say it goes by faster and faster the older they get.
My mind tells me that it was only yesterday that I was embarking on middle school life myself, while my achy hip and tired body tells me I am now the parent of a child embarking on their next chapter. It must have happened between Brownies and that first slumber party. It’s the only thing I can figure. Somewhere along the way, when I was too busy doing to spend much time noticing, she grew taller, wiser, sweeter and older.
We love you, our sweet girl, and can’t wait for this next phase.