On the same day this week, we registered our oldest son in high school, and our youngest in Kindergarten - and of course, our middle son for the 6th grade.
I'll ponder more about my older boys later - but today I want to think about my baby - Jack.
You know how it is when you have a moment when you realize that the way you understood someone had changed?
That's the way it is with Jacky.
This little fireball of energy, smarts and stubbornness is about to be unleashed on an elementary school.
Kristy and I have asked for the strictest Kindergarten teacher there is - with hope that she'll not be swayed by his baby blue eyes, his "on command" pout, or his cutesy double-crown hairdo that could give Alfalfa a run for his money.
As if from an episode of "Mission:Impossible," we trust this is one such mission she'll choose to accept.
And I feel the transition again in me - of our children growing into young men - my hope, laced with fear, that I'm doing my part to make them into people of character, and the parent's joy in knowing that my life is full (and usually overflowing) by these three, very different people (from the same genetic pool, no less).
As if from an episode of "Mission:Impossible," we trust this is one such mission she'll choose to accept.
And I feel the transition again in me - of our children growing into young men - my hope, laced with fear, that I'm doing my part to make them into people of character, and the parent's joy in knowing that my life is full (and usually overflowing) by these three, very different people (from the same genetic pool, no less).
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