May 25, 2012

the lasts...

It is not often she swings by to chat... untangling herself from reading and writing and whatever else she has piled in her room. But last night, she did. I was working at the table and she leaned in... sighing out breath and heart. It is not quite hitting me that I am graduating. Oh my darling girl, tell me about.

As each last passes on by I remind myself that there is another fantastic first, right around the bend. But that is because I know there is. I can see beyond this moment and the excitement of what is to come for her dazzles me. But to an eighteen year old young lady... tomorrow is new. And doesn't run like clockwork on the schedule of a bell. Tomorrow is not laced with familiar faces and regular routine and all things the same.

I seek a little balance of bittersweet with her, not wanting to rush her through the emotions, lest she miss the beauty and importance of this little bit of grief. I tell her that it is okay to be sad. It is okay to feel lost. But while those feelings are running on through, don't forget to enjoy the celebration. I want her to make the most of these moments... these moments that will become the memories of her heart.

Conversation turned to tissue paper and ribbons... and little bits of laughter punctuated our time. She is going to be just fine. This last last day of school will be short and {bitter}sweet... but I hope that she will see the dazzle on the horizon, just beginning to rise.

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."  Jer. 29:11

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4 comments:

Gabe said...

Ohhhh....I'm not looking forward to those lasts, but like you said its also about celebrating and looking forward to what comes next!

togetherforgood said...

I hope when my kids reach this stage that I am able to experience it with the same grace you are. Congratulations to your amazing girl. :)

Southern Gal said...

You are a wise mama, friend.

Busy Bee Suz said...

The firsts and the lasts...the lasts and the firsts...the lines become very fuzzy after 18 years.
Love these photos, love your words, love you both.
xo