The children went back to school on Wednesday and I'm in a big feelings place right now. People who know me in real life may laugh at that - wondering if I'm ever NOT in a big feelings place. Harper began her last year of middle school and Michael began his last year of elementary school. This year I seem to be viewing everything through a lens tinted with a hint of "last". I will be sappy and lovey and tearful all year; you've been warned.
On the way to the bus stop this morning Michael said to me, "I don't really feel like a 5th grader."
I thought for a minute, then I said, "Well, that's because you don't become something new overnight. Do you think a seed feels like a flower as soon as it begins to sprout?"
"That's a good point."
I know many children would not accept that level of cheesiness in an answer. Fortunately it suited my tender-hearted Michael just fine.
