This is my baby. He’s almost 12 years old, is kind and witty, loves reading and digging, playing with friends and will probably invent some crazy contraption when he grows up because he’s always coming up with ingenious ideas. He wants to be a teacher or a chef or a professional lego builder. He likes to play soccer. He follows Jesus.
And he starts middle school tomorrow.
He feels good about it.
I can’t decide how I feel.
On the one hand, I know he’s ready. He really is a great kid with a good sense of who he is and what he’s about. He has a nice group of friends who support each other and will help each other navigate the big halls of middle school.
On the other hand, he’s my baby! And middle school can be so cruel! And how is it possible that he is old enough to be in a time of life that I remember like it was yesterday?!
I’m so proud of our son. I know he’ll do great. I’ll try to hold it together when I send him off, and then I’ll come back home and sit on the couch and cry. Being a mama is the best, and also really heart-wrenching.
Lord, please watch over my baby. He’s yours, even more than he is mine and I trust you with him. Amen.