A few months ago I wrote about the first day of the school year. While we still have a few months to go before summer – too long, these temperatures outside make me feel – the roller coaster of emotions continues as my oldest child works his way through his last year of middle school. On the first day of school, I could hardly believe that it was his last first day within the sheltering walls of our wonderful Christian school. With tears in my eyes, I wondered what I would be sending him off to, as though he would not be attending the high school approximately one mile from our house.
Since then I have surprised myself by having some more positive feelings about the upcoming transition. Every time my son goes to a school function or we tell him he can invite a friend somewhere and he has no close friend to be with, I look forward to that class of 200 students where I feel certain he will be able to find others who connect with him. I look at this clean slate of new friends with no preconceived notions of who he is with a great wave of relief. Not that his classmates are cruel to him, there is just no one among only six boys in his class that he is close friends with. I look forward to him finding people to build the kind of relationship that I truly believe no person should be without.
Then we get an email asking us for baby pictures of our eighth graders for graduation, and I panic once again. He is my baby! What am I doing? A class of 200 – how will he even keep track of everyone and where he is supposed to go? Will he continue to enjoy his status as school math genius when compared to so many others? Maybe I should homeschool.
Thankfully, meeting with the high school guidance counsellor talked me down from this cliff and I was able to reclaim positivity. He will be able to take two advanced math classes his freshman year, and by his senior year enroll for math at a local college. He will get to take French and drafting. There are so many opportunities for him even at our relatively small town high school that I am excited for him again. I look forward to him taking classes that align with what he may want to do for a career and am so thrilled with all the opportunities that I wish I could enroll for high school again myself.
In the end, it is God that I need to look to. He will keep my precious boy on the path he needs to follow through the guiding of the Holy Spirit. I have faith that my not so little boy has a firm foundation of faith that new influences will not be able to shake, or when they do he knows that God (and Mom) are always ready to listen and forgive. I will be able to send him off confident, though still with tears in my eyes, that he is in fact ready for this exciting new phase of life.
Other moms, please share how you are handling your kids’ transitions. I haven’t even started on my dear little girl being confirmed! I will leave that for another day