Today was the boy's last Blue and Gold field day at Matthews Elementary. It was a bittersweet day. We started in their classroom. As soon as their teacher started crying, all of the moms, who until that moment had barely been holding it together, started crying as well. The kids all rolled their eyes and we laughed at ourselves as we passed tissues around the room.
These kids have grown so much in the past year. They're our babies, and yet so far from being babies. Most of them are as tall or taller than some of their parents. My boy is one of those tall kids. Their bodies have filled out this year. Where last year at field day they were a mess of gangly limbs, today we noticed that their bodies have caught up. They were more athletic and sure of themselves. The baby-face cheeks have all but disappeared. There was confidence in their stride. They are ready for middle school. Ready to shed their elementary skin.
But for one more week we get to keep them in the safe community that they have spent the last several years in. For one more week they will sit in a classroom with classmates they have spent a straight two years with. For one more week they will have a teacher who has spent the year molding them for middle school. A teacher who truly wants to see them at their best. For one more week they will be 5th graders.
As mom's we cried because we know that week will be over quickly. We cried because they're growing up. We cried because we want to keep them in a safe bubble as long as we can. But most of all, we cried because we're proud of them. Proud of all that they have achieved. Proud of the little men and women they are becoming.
Today was a milestone of sorts. The last elementary school field day. It was a good day.
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