A pinch to grow an inch

Inside my pantry doorway, I pencil in the height of the kids as they grow. Christopher has grown an inch in four months. That will be three inches in a year! Today he's going on a field trip to the PAC (Performing Arts Center) with several other elementary school fifth graders to see a presentation by the middle school of the many options he'll have for electives next year in middle school. Will it be band, orchestra, art, athletics, choir or something else that he picks? My boy is getting big! I advised him to consider all the different options that are presented today and to pray about it and see if he can come up with an answer. This is a good opportunity to teach him about the many choices and routes he can go and will be able to choose from for his future. While Christopher begins his middle school year in the fall, his sister will be winding down with high school as a senior. It will be an exciting year for them. I wonder how tall he'll be by then.

Comments

Gabrielle said…

Middle school! Wow.
My kids have been growing like weeds, too. All their long-sleeved shirts are creeping up their wrists. Can't we just slow down time a little??

February 24, 2009 10:36 PM

Anonymous said…

Awww, my buddy is growing up ... :D

Personally, I think he should pick choir!

just my penny, penny!

February 25, 2009 2:58 AM

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