8th Grade Done!!!

It's been a while.  I got a tablet a couple of months ago.  I love the thing for playing games and reading books, but not so much for writing.  I haven't been able to upload pictures when I post from it.  Long story short, I am hoping to  blog more now that I have my school laptop at home.  Life has been so very full since my last post.  I thought about a huge, long post about everything, but decided that I want to really reflect on each event. 

Today I'm thinking about my Becca.  She has become such a beautiful young lady.  I am so very proud of her.  She finished Fiddler on the Roof and moved right into Little Mermaid (3 days later).  She played one of Ursala's evil eels.  She did a great job, except I thought she looked beautiful and not so evil.  I suppose that is a good problem to have. 

After Mermaid, our whole family ran the sound and lights for my school's production of Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.  Busy, busy, busy.

The month of May ended with Becca graduating from eighth grade.  It takes my breath away when I think of my little girl heading to high school.  I remember her in kindergarten.  Not the first day, though traumatic for me, more the end of the kindergarten year.  There was a day when the half day kindergartners practiced going to school for the whole day.  They got to be on the "big" playground and eat lunch at school.  It was sort of a graduation to first grade.  My memory always takes me back to that day when Becca was leaving with Laura to get on the bus (she was practicing that too).  She was heading down the driveway to go to the bus stop.  Her huge backpack against her little body.  Her blond, blond hair.  Her beautiful little smile.  She just looked at me and said goodbye.  So confident. So excited.  So proud of herself. Just like now.

We went to Becca's eighth grade graduation at  Discovery Canyon Campus.  She has elected to go to Rampart High School where Laura attends (she is a Senior this year and that is a whole other post).  I listened as her name was called and I watched her transition to high school. 

I realize that this next year is about change.  Change in our family dynamics. Change in Tom's career.  Change in the way we think and play.  It scares me, but then I think that change is really just life.  Would I want things to stay the same forever? No.  Would I want my children to not grow and be independent adults? No. For me, this year is about learning the art of "letting go".  I am learning how to embrace the future for my family and myself.  I tend to hold on to the familiar.  I know that God has some wonderful things planned for us in the future, I just have to trust and "let go".

TTFN