I am a blubbering mess. Today is Aaron's promotion ceremony from 5th grade.
Both
of my older boys had a 5th grade "graduation" ceremony - in
Albuquerque, 5th grade is the last year of elementary school. It's the
longest time they will spend at any one school - 6 years - because
middle and high school are only 3 and 4 years respectively. It's a
little bittersweet to say goodbye.
When Joey and Quent completed
5th grade, it didn't seem like such a big deal. We happily looked
forward to the next school adventure of 6th grade.
But it's
different with Aaron. I honestly didn't know if he'd survive until this
point, and if he did, I wasn't sure he'd pass 5th grade. So much school
missed due to seizures and not feeling well. But here he is, thanks to a
great/patient teacher and a school that really cared about him. And not
only am I crying for this accomplishment - which is huge for us - but
also a little out of fear as he steps toward greater independence and
what that means for him. I'm a little afraid, to be honest.
I
began writing a thank you card to his teacher a few minutes ago, and it
has reduced me to tears. I will miss her, and these people who so
wonderfully cared for my little boy during all those minutes and hours
when I could not be with him.
Today I will celebrate a boy who is stronger than anyone I know, and know that when they call his name, it is a
REALLY.
BIG.
DEAL.
