The End of an Era

Today my three kids marched out the door to walk to school together. For the last time. This is Duncan's last day of Grade 8 and in two years Emma will start high school as well. Then Benji will finish elementary school all on his own and go solo for his high school years. So today was it. The last "all together" day.

It's strange how these milestone moments can feel so normal. I mean, I still had to rush around making lunches for everyone. Benji's hair required a little extra attention seeing as he woke up with a big wing across the front. The cookies I'd baked for Emma's class party barely fit into the Rubbermaid I dug out of the cupboard. And, horror of horrors, Duncan's new Aeropostale t-shirt was nowhere to be found! Dig, dig, dig through the baskets of unfolded laundry.

And yet as normal as it "felt", I knew it was a morning to be savoured. I parked myself at the back window and watched them toodle out the gate and down the street to meet their friends on the way. I thanked the Lord for watching over them thus far and thanked Him for what He has in store for the future. I could almost see His mighty hand cupped behind the three of them there on the road - providing protection, guidance and the occasional poke to keep them all in line! And although the tears well up in my eyes and my heart aches just a little for the door that is now swinging silently closed on this season of our family's life, at the same time I say, "Thank You Jesus!" for carrying us to this point. And for promising to carry us all the way to the end.