I’ve often joked that I’m better on paper than in person. Half-joked, I guess I should say, because I believe there is some truth to this. Words run through my head all day long but they don’t help me to understand myself until I see them pressed firmly into paper.
On the eve of eleventh grade for my boy there were things I needed to say, words that needed to hit the page before hopefully taking up residence in his heart. It’s different now. He’s different now, and so am I. Thankfully so. I’m not the mom that misses baby giggles and chubby cheeks. I like being in relationship with this person, not simply parenting him.
Tomorrow begins a new chapter for spreading wings and pursuing wisdom. I pray that he does so with confidence, empathy, and love.
Carrie Joy(ful) 