Today was their last days of second and fifth grade. This year was the fastest yet. I can’t believe it’s over. I am so proud of them both. We are ready for summer but I am not ready to have a middle schooler.
The day began in typical “last day of school” fashion, where I gave myself a pep talk about not crying and being strong and all of that nonsense that everyone knows is not going to happen. Especially this year, the year that Evie finishes elementary school. I originally wasn’t going to walk in with them like I have done in years past and have dissolved into a puddle of tears in front of their teachers, but Eli insisted on a photo with Mrs. J, and I just couldn’t say no to his sweet request.
We prayed the prayer we pray every day when I drop them off for school in the morning. I could feel the tears starting to sting my eyes as I prayed and thought about how this will be the last time I drop them off together like this. I pulled it together until we walked down the hallway of their classrooms. Evie had told me just last week that every morning she walks Eli to the split in hallways to their classrooms and she gives him a big hug before they go their separate ways. She also told me that she’s going to miss that, and miss being in the same school with her brother. Melt my heart. Cue elephant tears. They showed me the spot where they give their daily hug and I knew I was a goner.
I walked Eli to his classroom ran into Evie’s teacher from last year who immediately asked if I was okay. Was it that obvious? Apparently. At this point I was on the verge of completely embarrassing myself so I saw his teacher who he has had for the past two years and just adores, quickly told her that Eli wanted a photo, snapped it, and said a quick thank you without making much eye contact as I could feel the tears start to fill my eyes. Her eyes were glistening, too, so maybe I’m not the only crazy one. I did not walk Evie to her classroom or get a photo with her teacher, and Evie was fine with that. (She is aware of my emotional instability.) I instead put my sunglasses on before even getting outside and quickly walked to our truck as the tears overflowed from my eyes.
Yes, I cry and am sad that this chapter is over, but I am also so incredibly proud of these two kids. They are amazing and I know God has a wonderful plan for both of them, even if they are in separate schools. I love them both so very much and am so excited to have them home with me this summer. Let the fun in the sun begin.
(To see how much they’ve grown this year, visit their first days of school here.)