Another farewell every day
Isn't it amazing that virtual (just about) strangers voluntarily agree to get up at the crack of 0 dark thirty to teach other people's children about faith and scripture and life and eternity? Yes. Yes, it is. Almost as amazing as a group of teenagers voluntarily arising at the same hour and groggily making their way to church for a daily 6 a.m. class. On Sunday Lauren celebrated four years of this routine, graduating from our church's youth seminary program. Thank you to her teachers, past and present. You've made all the difference.
And here again, another farewell. Another landmark passed. Another lump in my throat.
Actually, to be absolutely honest, I'm still in denial but this week--with all its "last this" and "last thats"--is working overtime to get me out of denial and into hysterical meltdown mode. I'm a little nervous...it's not going to be pretty once it hits. This episode of Modern Family hits a little too close to home.
Reader Comments (4)
I am feeling it, and we are still five years out! I can't believe how fast the time is flying. How are our kids not little anymore? When did that happen?
I feel for you, my friend. This summer has got to be a tough one. Exciting, yes, but just a wee bid sad for the mama.
Let me know if you need a lunch date. Good food always cures a meltdown for me. Borders, Cheesecake, CPK...
Liz, that would be tremendously lovely. Let's do it! I'll email you. And then I'll really show up. Promise :)
I really do feel for you. I'm still hyperventilating about 2nd grade graduation!