Hello, friends! I hope your Fall is off to a promising start. Ours is; after so many years of rocky school transitions, I'm amazed to say that this one has been the easiest yet. It's a good reminder that things do change, even when they seem like they never will.
Speaking of change, I'm heading toward a big milestone moment: this weekend we're celebrating my son's bar mitzvah.
(When Jewish boys turn 13, they "become a bar mitzvah," which means they become full, adult members of the Jewish community.)
I'm not usually one to get sentimental over "how fast they grow," but this milestone is particularly meaningful to me. Not because we're all that religious (we're not), but because my son's younger years were full of stress and complication, and now…well, that chapter is finished.
Luke* is such a happy, confident, healthy young man that I struggle to trust my memories of the angry, frightened boy he used to be. Did that really happen? Was that really him?
But from this vantage point, it feels strangely good to remember that time. It did happen and it was him. Those years were painful, and, this weekend, we get a chance to celebrate the distance between then and now. We get to remind our son about all he has accomplished, some with our help, most on his own.
If you're navigating your own dark tunnel right now, I hope this will remind you that there is something different up ahead. It's scary not to know how far ahead, or whether or not "different" means "better." You may not be able to see right now, but there are people with you, ready to help you find your way.
Photo credit: Sam Beebe, Ecotrust
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*"Luke" is my son's Internet name. I keep his real name out of my writing mainly to hold his search engine spot open. When future employers and love interests Google his name, I want the results to be stuff he's created, not me.