Tomorrow my oldest son Robby begins 7th grade at the local junior high school. This transition, I have dreaded.
I have repressed underneath feelings of worry, fear, and sadness.
Today I must face this transition head on…
Tomorrow is as sure as today…
No longer will the act of “repression” calm my worries, fears, and sadness.
Tomorrow is the BIG day!
I can no longer put it off.
It’s out of my control.
I keep looking for a rewind button, but there’s none to be found.
No time machine allows me to go back to…
The moment, after hours of excruciating labor, when they placed my little strong willed red-head in my arms.
The moment, I walked him into his first day of….
Preschool… Kindergarten… 6th grade…
No amount of wishing allows me to go back to…
The moments… When he slept in my arms… When I nursed him back to health… When I watched him take his first steps…
These moments are cherished memories of the past.
These cherished moments are forever ingrained into the fibers of my being…
In the most deepest places of my heart.
The precious moment’s of yesterday… are the reason for the tears of today.
These tears are rooted in the beautiful memories of yesterday.
This ache simply means…
I have loved…
I have cherished…
I have protected.
The present… the future… awaits memories to be made…
Steps to be taken.
Hearts to be broken.
Hearts to be filled with love.
Relationships to be broken.
Relationships to be nurtured.
Life is made up of memories.
Life is about embracing transitions.
Life is accepting the future.
My boy’s future memories…
Begin with the next BIG step…
The next big step….
Throughout this new transition in my son’s life…
I will embrace the journey.
I will cherish the memories.
I will be here…
I will be here…
Cheering him on.
Walking with him through life’s transitions.
Son, hold your head up high. Walk with confidence into the future! You are prepared for the next BIG step! You are ready! I will be here! Ready to catch you. Ready to comfort you. Ready to cheer you on. Ready to watch you soar. Ready to walk you through the net BIG transition.
Soar my boy!
First Corinthians 12:4-8 “Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”
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