This time of year is all about milestones. When I lived in Mumbai, June was the time for new books, new classes, lots of rain and new green grass. Here, in my home of 8 years, this is the time to say goodbye to grade 8 students as they graduate to their high school phase, to used duotangs where my son's manuscript edited by yours truly is tenderly filed: I stare at it for a long moment.
This is the time when the students who graduated in earlier years and who called me by my hyphenated last name for years suddenly call me ' miss' a message that the high school has done a fine job in many ways.
Milestones are watching my almost beautiful old-soul daughter disguise her excitement at turning 16 and being able to take driving lessons. I sneak a peek at her toothless laughing picture in the old photo album.
Milestones are all about knowing that I have come a long way and understanding that I have been given the gift of enjoying the journey.
This is the time when the students who graduated in earlier years and who called me by my hyphenated last name for years suddenly call me ' miss' a message that the high school has done a fine job in many ways.
Milestones are watching my almost beautiful old-soul daughter disguise her excitement at turning 16 and being able to take driving lessons. I sneak a peek at her toothless laughing picture in the old photo album.
Milestones are all about knowing that I have come a long way and understanding that I have been given the gift of enjoying the journey.
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