Today, I am sad
Tonight was Youngest's graduation from elementary school, which is a thing here. It's held in the evening. The kids process in. There's a speech, and slide show. Each name is called, and the kid walks forward to shake hands, get a diploma, pose for a picture. Afterwards, there's cake.
"Mom, do we have to move?"
Youngest has a good group of friends--six boys who get along well, have fun, and challenge each other. A month ago, it looked like they were scattering to different middle schools, which was making the move a slightly easier sell.
But now they will all--except for Youngest and one kid who is a grade behind--be at the same school.
I know that middle school years are a time when many elementary school friend groups implode or explode or silently drift apart. Maybe it's better to leave before that happens, escaping the confusion and hurt feelings and the pain of watching it fall apart.
But at 12, Youngest doesn't know that's probably what's ahead.
So it just hurts.
And I hurt for him.
"Mom, do we have to move?"
Youngest has a good group of friends--six boys who get along well, have fun, and challenge each other. A month ago, it looked like they were scattering to different middle schools, which was making the move a slightly easier sell.
But now they will all--except for Youngest and one kid who is a grade behind--be at the same school.
I know that middle school years are a time when many elementary school friend groups implode or explode or silently drift apart. Maybe it's better to leave before that happens, escaping the confusion and hurt feelings and the pain of watching it fall apart.
But at 12, Youngest doesn't know that's probably what's ahead.
So it just hurts.
And I hurt for him.
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