08/13/2026
It is hard to believe we have an 11th grader and an 8th grader.
Looking through their first-day-of-school pictures made my heart smile and hurt a little. I guess that is what people mean by bittersweet.
The last couple of weeks have been challenging for my children and for me. If you know me well, you know I rarely cry. I have even been called “dead inside” by . 😂 It takes a lot, but last week, I cried.
I miss those preschool days, their innocent smiles, and the time when it seemed like everyone belonged. The kids were friends, the moms were friends, and we shared that season together. Over the years, people moved, friendships changed, and life took us in different directions. I miss how easy it all seemed.
Change and growth are inevitable and should be encouraged, even when they feel bittersweet. People grow apart, people come back together, and friendships change.
In Gibson and Gemma’s early school pictures, they smiled at each other, and Gibson always had his arm around her. They certainly do not do that now. 😂 But I believe they will find their way back to those hugs and smiles. Maybe friendships are like that too, for them and for us.
As much as I miss those younger versions, I am so proud of who they are becoming.
Gibson is loyal, true to himself, and witty enough to remind us how smart he is beneath all that silliness. He has never been embarrassed to have his mom at school or around his friends, and that means more than he realizes.
Gemma is braver than most people know. She puts herself out there, grows through challenges others may never see, and stands up for herself and anyone she feels is being treated unfairly. Her empathy is unmatched.
Here we go, junior year and eighth grade. I am proud, grateful, emotional, and not ready for how quickly it is all going.
Growth changes so much, but it cannot erase the love and memories that came before. ❤️