Today was the last of the safe years for number 1. It was her last day of 8th grade. In two months, she will be starting high school. I imagine she will hang out with her friends more, be more mobile, be at risk for bigger trouble than, say, playing "ding dong ditch" (or laughing about her friends who actually do play it).
The whole thing just sort of caught me by surprise. The 8th graders took their 2 final exams today and headed down to the church to practice graduation. I went to pick her up and was not expecting to have a misty-eyed moment when I saw them taking pictures of all the kids who'd been there since kindergarten. That was my first brush with the reality of the situation.
She came home with a dvd that the 8th grade teachers put together all this year of their class playing at recess. There was music, slow motion laughing and cutting up, girls being silly, boys doing stunts. Very cute. Then at the end, they are all posed on the jungle gym/playground equipment. The final "scene" is an empty playground with the song "Don't Blink" by Kenny Chesney playing.
I gasped. Wasn't expecting it. I sobbed. And sobbed.