There we stood in a hallway of the lower school. The 4th graders spanned the staircase. This was their night. There were many stages to the night - somewhat like a progressive dinner. They had an art exhibit with snacks and beverages, a choir concert, and Mystery Theatre where the children dressed up as their chosen biography character, got together in a group of 4, created a skit involving their characters and we as the audience had to guess who they were. So many moving parts to this evening . . .
The choir teacher took these small voices and taught them how to sing, train their voice and play the recorder.
The Humanities teachers from the earliest of years have been building reading, comprehension and writing skilled that enabled these kids to create power point presentations on the smart board as part of their skit. Back drops, narrator insertions, sounds, music all while they act their scene out in front of parents and peers.
This is the beginning of the end. Truly this is the first true mile marker, if you will, on his journey to becoming a confident, independent young man.
The realization that he isn't a little boy anymore hit me.
I see him everyday. I don't notice he is getting taller . . . I don't notice he is maturing . . . I don't notice he isn't a little boy anymore . . . he isn't my baby!
I know there are wonderful . . . awesome . . . fantastic things to come for my young man. I am just the slightest bit sad the innocence of his youth is fading fast . . . and that at 10 years old he doesn't have much time left under my care.
I love who he is becoming and will make every effort to enjoy every day of the next 8 years . . . it will go all too fast . . .
and more tears . . .