Friday, June 11, 2010
This is my baby.
The one who introduced me to motherhood and adulthood, all in the same moment.
The one who I was certain would never sleep through the night, or learn to eat solid food, or toilet train.
She's wearing business casual.
Today - (ok, well, it really was a last week, but we had a vacation in there) - she started her first job.
(Disclaimer: alright, really this is NOT her first job. She's taught ballet and run her own camp for 3-4 years. This is somehow - I don't know. More official, or something.)
She's working 20 hours a week for the kids' missions program at church, and in the fall it will go to 25-28 hours. I'm so proud of her. This position is a perfect merge of her amazing organizational skills, her love for children, and her love for missions.
There is, at the same time, a seismic shift going on at home. Suddenly, my right-hand girl will be out from under my wings, and away from our home for most days of the week. The rest of us - her four younger siblings and me (especially me!) - are finding our new places as we manage the void. She's not gone, really. . . . . .but it does change the way we operate on a day to day basis.
It's strange, and good, and sad, and happy.
All at the same time.