First day of school ... Second and seventh grade. How can that be? Doesn't feel possible. Yet it is. And here we are. 

As a mother I am a little sad. There is the selfish part of me that wants them to be little, wants them to need me, depend on me. They are and they do ... but day by day, year by year, they are becoming more and more independent. 

As a mother I am so excited. Excited for them, who they are and what they are becoming. Excited to see what God has in store for them. I want them to thrive ...

Such conflicting feelings. I know that I am not the first to experience this ... but this is my experience. 

They are my heart ...