My last post reflected on my grandmother who passed away on Wednesday of this week. In the midst of sadness, it is nice to celebrate fresh starts and new beginnings, even if they result in eye rolls from the 12-year-old who finds the idea of first-day-of-school pics completely absurd. Somewhere there exists pictures from Kindergarten and Second grade (I recall the mom-horror of realizing I didn’t get a pic before the first day of first grade) but those will have to be dug out either from an old computer file or a container of pictures somewhere under a bed at our house … I’ll save those efforts for a later date.
She is so tiny in the early pictures, still possessing that little girl face, and I recall thinking she seemed so big at the time. When I look back at these images, I primarily see the physical changes in her but they also provide a marking point to reflect on her internal growths and struggles, her stumbles and her triumphs, that awful house in third grade and all the changes that took place in our family over these years. Parents grow right along with them, I suppose, which is as it should be. Certainly she teaches us more than we’ll probably ever teach her, and not just lessons in our own endurance, though she has definitely given us lessons in that regard. The best kids always do.
And today, first day of Seventh Grade:
People often tell us that she looks like me, but the Divine Miss M is so much more than I was at her age. She’s going to be a fantastic adult (assuming she doesn’t end up doing time ; )). Here’s to another marvelous year in Colorado, for her and for us.