The title above is the subject line of an email I received this week.
Lemme break it down, because all of those words are Alarming.
End of Year - what the heck? Just the other day I was sending my children off to the first day of school -- taking pictures of them on the front porch, and wishing them well with their new teachers and classes. I was welcoming my sweet little class of preschoolers into my classroom, teaching them about Jesus, and also how to sit on the rug for circle time. It's incredibly hard to believe it's the end of the year already, especially this year, as the end of this year marks the end of all I have known for 18 years (too much? perhaps. or maybe not). End of Year = End of an Era.
Reminders - I have a lot of reminders this season: in my head, on my (multiple lists), in my emails, at school, in my children's Friday folders, about medical information, in details for my daughter's graduation and open house, from my children's coaches. . .there is a lot this old girl has to remember right now. And as I've written before, sometimes I rock spinning all the plates, and other times, well, not so much. I'm somewhere in the middle right now, dropping a few, rocking some others. Overall, my brain is pretty much at full capacity, and we haven't even begun to account for emotions, which, as you might have guessed, are running high. Reminders = Mild to Moderate Overload
Senior Parents - Ummm - who? You can't possibly be talking to me, high school administration. I am the mommy to many small children, some of whom are still in diapers and go to preschool. My children still want to sit on my lap and need me to help them get in their carseats. Wait, what? Those years are past? It seems they are, and I don't know how they disappeared so quickly. I am now the mom to drivers, and employees and Academic Award winners. I am the mom to nearly-adult children who make me laugh hysterically. Thankfully, I am still mommy to a few youngish ones yet (I am so thankful God knew my mamma-heart and provided me with so many years of parenting!), and they are able to fill some of the voids my older children have left as they have grown up. So, unaware I am of how it happened, it seems I am a Senior Parent (and only for a few days longer, to boot!). Senior Parent = Parent In Disbelief
So, high school administration -- I have no idea how your email got to me so quickly. How my little baby, my little girl, has become a beautiful young woman, on the cusp of graduating from high school and leaving home for college. Most of me feels unprepared for this new era which is upon me, but then I look at my girl, and I see that she is ready. She is ready to take on this new adventure and see what God's plan is for her. And because she is ready, I am ready too (or will be, incrementally!).
Look out world! It's the end of the year, and my senior is ready to take you on!
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