What do you remember about being 8?
I had Mrs. McPeek for 3rd grade. She was one of the older teachers in the school. We were allowed to use pens for the first time and I thought the kind you could erase were amazing. 3rd grade was the last year I played on the “Little Kids” playground. I remembering wondering about the poles on the “Big Kids” playground with balls tied to them. What could they be?
I’m thinking about being 8 because my daughter is 8 and this seems like a big year for her – lots and lots of transitions and changes – some I like and some I’m not so sure about. The ones I like have to do with growing empathy and patience, hilarious creativity with words and story, humbleness mixed with just enough self-confidence and capacity for hard work, unloading the dishwasher know-how, etc. The ones I’m not so sure about involve boys, cliques, boys, and cliques. These are huge drains on her little soul.
I’m thinking about how I help her put a stopper in these emotional leaks so she doesn’t come home so empty and worn out. I thinking about how to encourage her sense of self with truth about who she really is and who God really is and what God really says about her that penetrates her “I got this Mom” exterior. I’m weighing all the factors and priorities and long-term goals and options with regards to school and friends and home.
Wow. 8. It’s kicking my butt all over again.