Yesterday was the beginning of a new era.
The twins graduated from eighth grade.
I sat in the stands and watched as the principal called their names and they walked across the stage with smiles that lit up a room…
…and my heart in their hands.
When did this happen?
Wasn’t I just sitting at a tea party with bears and dolls and a pink striped elephant with a giant opinion?
Wasn’t I clutching their hands at the door to their kindergarten room?
Wasn’t I just bandaging scraped knees and telling people not to draw on the walls with sharpies and painting tiny toe nails that giggled?
I found this picture of the twins from a post when I first started the blog.
Before braces. Before cheerleading. Before basketball. Before boys and middle school.
And I found a story I wrote from that long ago time.
A story that made me cry.
A story that made me wish for all those yesterdays.
A story about a twirly whirly skirt and my hope for their tomorrow.
One of the twins had to have a twirly whirly skirt. I guess twirly whirly skirts are all the rage if you are nine and Hannah Montana is your fashion icon.
I saw her outside one day.
Arms lifted to the sky.
Blonde hair floating in the wind with a smile on her face.
And her twirly whirly skirt was whirling–whirling like it could whirl until today turned into tomorrow.
My heart skipped a beat and filled with overflowing emotion and awe.
Awe at the joy and the abandon with which she twirled.
I wanted to pause that moment in time. You see, time is so fleeting and the years rush by faster and faster than a twirly whirly skirt could ever twirl and one day in the not so distant future, that skirt will become a distant memory.
I wanted to imprint that twirly whirly skirt on my heart forever.
For the storms ahead.
For the teenage years.
For the braces and challenging skin and middle school hallways.
For the challenges and difficulties that life sometimes puts in our path.
I want to tell those twirly whirly skirted girls sometimes life can be challenging. Sometimes what you hope and long for isn’t meant to be. Sometimes the mountain may seem unclimbable.
But this is my hope and my prayer for you–my precious, precious daughters.
When faced with the mountains and valleys of life…
…. put on your twirly whirly skirt and dance.
I Hope You Dance
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you’ll dance…..I hope you’ll dance
~Mark D. Sanders & Tia Sillers
PS After graduation I found one of the twins in the hallway all by herself—barefoot and spinning her swing dress around and around.
My heart smiled because she hasn’t forgotten how to twirl. 🙂