We made it. We've finally arrived at the last day of school for the year and can exhale a long-held breath of relief. Every year comes with new expectations, uncertainties, and a strange resolution at the end.
It feels surreal in the sense that the beginning and end of the school years are specifically marked points in time. By identifying both a beginning and an end, it forces you to reflect with almost melancholic nostalgia on all of the ignored points in between.
I know it's not typical for me to wax poetic, but looking at my kids grow is a revelatory experience in the passage of time.
Being an adult, you begin to take these mini milestones for granted. We're done growing and have been set into who we are as people. There isn't that time lapse of exponential growth that we all see and experience in our early years. That's why observing it in your children is so magical.
Through them, it's a rekindling of that hope, wonder and constant change that, while disruptive, gets you excited and leaves you in awe of what currently is. It's easy to get caught in the doldrums of life; everyone does, but really taking moments like this to appreciate all of the amazing moments in between is such a privilege that only a parent gets to experience.
I know I'm speaking into the ether here, but thank you to all of the teachers, family, and supporting staff that help our kids grow and flourish. It's hard to work in education and you all have my utmost respect for what you do. I'm sorry this post is short, but I'm going to go soak up the last vestiges of the school year while I can. Dad out.