Seems I can’t pull myself out of the emotional funk I’ve been in the last couple of days. Between our friends having a baby last week and today being the last day of seventh grade, it seems I’ll be weepy for a little while longer.
Since kindergarten we’ve taken a picture on the first day of school, and the last day of school. Today’s photo was hurried and a little blurry because we were racing to catch the bus, and my 13-year-old said, “Mom, I’ll have this stuff on all day.” Duh, I wanted to say … but he was right.
Year-round schools in our county make the shock of the passage of time hit you like ripping off a Band-Aid: just one week off and then he starts eighth grade. So I’m not even going to try being nice over the next few days; I’m going to allow myself to be surly and sappy, a little weepy if I need to be, and overly-motherly. I’ll deal with the shock of having an eighth grader next week.