Pardon the poor quality phone picture.
Last night was the kids’ science fair. Other than the crowds and noise that nearly pushed The Baby (and me) over the edge, it was an enjoyable event.
Both the kids got to proudly explain their class projects (Remind me to thank whoever decided on class versus individual projects for the younger grades-life saving!) and then show off the projects of their older, cooler friends.
It is fun to watch them in their element. They both so clearly love their school and all their friends there. They strut around the place with just the right amount of sass to help me see we made the right decision. They’re comfortable. They fit in and they are so, so happy. The expectations are high and the support is there to help them meet all of them. And meet them, they do.
It’s nights like these that are rewarding. It’s nights like this that make me proud, of the children for how well they handle it all so independently, and a little bit of us too, for providing the scaffolding that allows them the confidence to fly away.
I miss them more and more as they grow away from me, but I sure feel blessed that I get to watch the incredible things I know they’ll do, my happy little birds.
