Yesterday we laughed and watched them through the glass window, jump and twist and bend, their tiny little bodies in leotards trying hard to master new things and pay attention to something other than each other's hair ribbons. Then someone started talking about junior high and we wondered about their futures, when concerns are so much bigger than sparkly shirts and toy hamsters. It's not that far away.
Will it be easier to navigate with the boy who is rarely concerned about what others think? A quiet child who leans toward moody and cries easily about one thing, but tries so hard to hide his real feelings about others? Or will she fare better? The one who discusses every detail with us and asks the big questions far too early, who sings and skips, then yells and slams a door? The child who hunts out the action in order to plant herself squarely in the middle of it all?
I know some of you could wrap these thoughts up clearly and find something wise to say. But all I can do this quiet morning is focus on my bowl of granola and a long to-do list of the little tasks that might add up to a good day for us today, and hope for the best.