The summer started out with my eldest child graduating from finishing elementary school. That was significant enough, because I swear I can remember his first day of Kindergarten like it was yesterday.
Then, I turned 48, which I grant you is not at the level of 50, milestone-wise, but I still felt it was a marker of the major variety. Especially since most days I think, “I can’t be over 25…”
And then my eldest turned 11, which, again, is not as big a deal as when he turned 10, but there’s something about being so solidly IN the double digits that gave me pause.
And at the end of the summer, which is rapidly approaching, he’ll start Middle School, which is a milestone the likes of which I have not yet experienced as a mom. It’s terrifying just conceptually, but add to that the act that we will have to drive to school now, after 6 years of walking.
Big changes – and all in the space of one season.
