Another year begins. Am I the only one who thinks that time is galloping by at an alarming rate? How is it that we have been here a year. That the girls are starting their second school year here in Dayton. That they are no longer the new kids on the block or in the classroom.
The start of school brings a lot of excitement to our household. The girls could hardly sleep the night before and woke up like a shot with the alarm. Before I had myself half way awake they were dressed and downstairs eating breakfast.
Oh the joy of children that can make their own food.
There have been a few changes over the summer. My oldest, who I have spent the last 11 years begging to brush her hair at least once a day and to please at least wear something that comes to close to matching, has been transformed. That third grader that started the school year out in a shirt with a hole in it, has disappeared. In her place there is now a girl who spent a considerable amount of time picking out the right outfit for the first day, complete with accessories. The other night she actually asked me to blow dry her hair.
I think there might have even bit a bit of lip gloss worn.
I’ve been warned that the girl drama would probably start up this year and seems like that is also coming true. There is already a little break in a relationship that is causing a bit of angst. Mostly on my part. It’s hard not to want to jump in and fix everything. But these are valuable lessons they need to learn on their own. Opportunities to both extend and accept grace abound even at this age.
It’s going to be another great year. In all kinds of ways I can’t even imagine.
Am I wrong to hope that they’ll still be holding hands like this when they walk into high school?