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Last First

Today, my baby is ten years old. It’s the last time one of my kids will reach double digits for the first time. As far as birthdays go, it’s a pretty big deal.

He wants a big LEGO set, so he’s been “window” shopping on Amazon for weeks. (He’s so my kid.) In the meantime, I bought him an instant camera because he loves taking pictures of our dogs and then drawing pictures from the photos.

He’s an artist. When he’s not eating or sleeping, he’s drawing. Our kitchen table is strewn with fitful pictures of aliens, ninjas, super heroes, and dogs with eyes and mouths that evoke fear, courage, and love and stare at me from every angle.

When he’s not drawing, he plays the piano. And the guitar and the ukulele and the harmonica. He’s taken some music lessons, but he has the enviable ability to sit down with an instrument and make music.

I don’t know what he’ll do with his life, but I have a feeling it will give me permission to say, “Do what your love,” like my parents said to me.

Last weekend, I took my older son to his weekly swim lesson. It was the morning after Daylight Saving. We were exhausted even though we didn’t get out of bed until 9:30am. As I sat on the bench sipping coffee, scrolling my phone, and begging my brain to wake up, my tween on the cusp of 13 did a 200-yard freestyle warm-up.

I couldn’t help but admire his physical skills that were so vastly different from mine. He moved through his strokes with grace, speed, and ease, even after the clocks hoodwinked us. I passed my neighbor’s deep-end swim test with an impressive doggie paddle in 1983(ish), but my son’s rhythmic side-breathing as he coursed gracefully through the pool, especially after losing a precious hour in the earth’s rotation around the sun, was a sight to behold.

A parent/child swim class at the shallow end of the pool caught my sleepy eyes. Moms and dads willed their toddlers to blow bubbles and kick their legs, pleaded with them not to have to go to the bathroom after getting in the water, and wrestled with them as they made their way to the locker room wrapped in towels where negotiations would surely amp up.

With the time change, I imagined they’d been up since the wee hours of the morning. Bringing their babies to the pool, an enormous task on an average day, was probably a reprieve. An activity to pass the time on an infamously hellish day with littles.

I could feel that season of early parenting deep in my bones. Loving, hating, cherishing, and cursing every moment. Believing I was wholly responsible for how my kids turned out (in water and on land), holding on for dear life, and sinking under the weight of it all.

I’m treading in deeper water now in a world with deodorant and cell phones and the absence of hands reaching for mine at crosswalks. A world where my kids show me daily who they are, what they want, and where they’re headed. A world where my job isn’t to hold on to them; rather to let them go and hope they swim.

And swim, they do. And draw. And make music. And who knows what else. That’s the beauty of letting go.

Someday those frazzled parents in the shallow end would sit on the bench like me, scroll their phones, sip coffee, and watch their kids become—beautifully and imperfectly—exactly who they were meant to be. I could’ve tapped them on the shoulder to tell them about all the things their kids would eventually do that would surprise and amaze them, but they probably wouldn’t have believed me.

I can hardly believe it myself.

Today, my baby is ten years old. It’s the last time one of my kids will reach double digits for the first time. I read an article in the Chicago Tribune about the college admissions scandal, and one line has stuck with me: “It feels harder and harder to frame college as the beginning of something, not the end result.”

Last first double digits could feel like an end if I let it. But how can I when with each passing year, I get another glimpse of the remarkable beginning toward which these boys of mine are headed.

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School Valentines: A Journey Through Time

Preschool

“Let’s use glitter paint to put your precious handprint on 25 mason jars. We’ll fill them with homemade, organic dried fruit and nut-free granola and wrap them in cellophane and raffia.”

Budget: A mortgage payment

Time frame: A weekend

Kindergarten

“If you write your name on each of these 25 personalized “You Rule!” Valentines I ordered online (with corresponding rulers wrapped in grosgrain ribbon), I’ll give you a cookie and thirty minutes of Paw Patrol on my iPad.”

Budget: $100

Time frame: 2 weeks

1st -4th Grade

“If you’re not going to write your name on these 25 flipping SpongeBob temporary tattoo Valentines ALL BY YOURSELF, then you will have no Valentines. NONE. ZERO. ZILCH!

Budget: $6 (plus tax)

Time frame: Anywhere between four weeks and an eternity

5th Grade

“Let’s make 25 Valentines together! I downloaded these cute ‘Wishing you a Pug-Tastic Valentine’s Day’ cards from Etsy. I—I mean, we—can glue them on heart-themed craft paper, and I—I mean, we—can attach these adorable pencils with emoji eraser toppers I bought on the back. And it’s totally okay if you want to play video games while I assemble everything…”

...because my little boy is growing up and he’s going to middle school next year and FOR THE LOVE this is my last shot at doing a Valentine’s Day craft for—I mean, with—my firstborn baby.

Budget: Unlimited

Time frame: However long it takes to hold on to this fleeting ritual of childhood

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