Last updated on October 1, 2017
May is a time of endings and new beginnings; this truth is never more evident than with high school and college graduations. But even without a current graduate* in the house, weâ€™ve had our own share of endings and beginnings this month.Â (Technically, Bryan graduates in July with his Doctorate of Nursing Practice!)Â Truth be told, thatâ€™s why I havenâ€™t had much time to write as of late.
I was busy reviewing portfolios and compiling final grades for my spring composition class. Once that was done, I started in on preparation for the summer class Iâ€™m teaching online starting next Monday. While online teaching has many benefits, in some ways it requires more work: you have to anticipate questions and prepare for everything to be presented to students in writing â€¦ no longer able to just save some things for live discussion. This past week, Iâ€™ve been knee deep in lesson modules, content folders, assignment links, and discussion forums â€“ on top of drafting syllabi, project assignment sheets and lecture notes/slideshows. Fortunately, Iâ€™m a nerd for that kind of stuff.
This month has brought many other transitions as well. We said goodbye to Aunt Bee after more than 8 years, trading her in for a spaceship. Okay, not really. But when Iâ€™m sitting in the cockpit (driverâ€™s seat) of my new, bright white Dodge Durango Citadel, I feel like I might take flight. The verdict is still out on a name for my new toy/family vehicle, and Iâ€™ll consider all suggestions. For some reason, I keep thinking of Stormtroopers, but theyâ€™re bad so that canâ€™t be it. The Girl cried at leaving Aunt Bee behind; her heart hurt for Aunt Beeâ€™s inanimate feelings.
The almost 9yo said goodbye to his crooked teeth (literally, he said, â€œgoodbye crooked teethâ€ in the car before going in to the orthodontist) and got what will likely be just the first round of braces to correct teeth and an under-bite. He didnâ€™t cry but was clearly nervous; I had to hold his hand the whole time.
Bryan has decided heâ€™s going bald. Well, let me clarify: heâ€™s been going bald for years. Now heâ€™s just decided to embrace it and maybe help things along a bit. Heâ€™s been going every week or so and getting a closer buzz, working his way up to a Mr. Clean look.
Perhaps one of the saddest changes was the night the almost 16yo brought this picture from her room to ours:
Pepa purchased this painting for the Girlâ€™s room when she was still growing in my belly. Itâ€™s been in every room of hers in every house weâ€™ve ever owned ever since. Now, as she fills her walls with fandom posters, pics of friends and other random teenage girl decorations, she no longer has a place for Noah. Iâ€™ll admit, it was my turn to tear up a bit.
Endings can be bittersweet, but change is a part of life. And so are kids growing up. Hereâ€™s to the beginnings that follow endings. And a really cool spaceship.