This summer has been all bittersweet. It has been a time of watching the summer slingshot by, watching my daughters grow up and watching my heart take flight as my oldest begins sixth grade.
I wrote about that today on Prodigal Magazine. Will you join me?
Years ago when I taught middle school I swore up and down I loved the 12-14 year old set more than any other age because they were all and nothing at the same time, they stood awkwardly between childhood and adulthood and didn’t know what do next.
They still watched cartoons but they wanted so bad to be like their older college-aged cousins.
The girls weren’t afraid to tell me how they felt and kept very little back, but they still didn’t know how to act around boys. Middle schoolers want so badly to be older and at the same time they can’t stand the thought of growing up.
They are all and they are nothing and existing in the in between is very, very hard. I have a daughter on the cusp of middle-school-ness. She’s eleven and over the summer she’s lost all of the “child” and is sliding quickly toward “woman.” Physically, she’s gotten so tall and her clothes are fitting her like they do a teen, but emotionally? In her heart? It’s all going so fast too.