In a blink of an eye we are here.
Once upon a time not so long ago, a morning like this one, I was preparing my girl to start kindergarten. A bright pink backpack and new shoes were ready to go. As the whistle blew to line up and the cheerful teacher greeted the little ones and the parents, my girl screamed and clung to me as if she was being asked to jump off the life boat.
I am still the life boat.
Today, she heads off for her final year in high school. The new clothes are ready and the bag is a black tote. Rather than scream and cling, she softly cried during dinner last night overwhelmed with the feelings of the unknown. I asked her what was wrong and she replied, “everything”. I know that in her mind, she is wondering if this is all she has known, what will the next year look like? What happens now? All the talk of graduating, or leaving, and being an adult is interpreted by her as everything leaves and goes away. The life boat too.
It would be nice if somehow we can come up with an easy reply for all those “what are you doing after high school?” questions. My hope for this year is that she can enjoy being a senior and let the talk of the future move through her like a soft breeze.
Her future is going to be what it will be. And her life boat will always be near.