I love my eighth grade girls, I truly do. They bring me so much joy and I am so blessed to have them in my life. I swear they make more of an impact on me and my life than I feel I do for them. No matter how my week or day is going, I know I can always look forward to Wednesday nights with them. I don’t know if it was the sugar we accidentally gave them or what, but they were extra goofy and ridiculous tonight. When I told them I had some “exciting news” to tell them, one girl immediately asked if I was pregnant ! Gosh, they’re crazy, but their my crazies. I explained how I AM NOT WITH CHILD, but got accepted to intern with an organization called Josiah Venture this summer in eastern europe. I know that they are excited for me, but once they found out I would gone for almost three months, they weren’t that thrilled. I reassured them that nothing is set in stone yet. And if I do end up going, they could still contact me via email, skype, facebook, whatever. & most importantly that I would be coming back. Even though I was explaining these things to my sweet girls, I was preaching them right back at myself. Because as much as I’m excited for what’s to come next, I’m also so scared to leave. It’s going to be so hard to miss out on Wednesday nights and hear their highs and lows of the week. It’s going to be so hard to miss out on summer camp with them and all the swim and study sessions and to come back to these young girls going into high school and knowing that I missed out on that whole summer.
But for the mean time, I AM here with them, so I’m going to make the most of these next few months and cherish each time we’re together and the privilege I have to watch them grow and mature and be apart of it. Even though I am definitely NOT pregnant, I feel like I’m a teenage mom sometimes :p
one thing i’m grateful for: my junior high babies
