Many people post a word for the year to represent their goals. I didn’t pick one. I looked up and it was January 8, and I sent my kindergartener wait…second-grader to school in high water pants today.

High water pants.

I decided if he didn’t care, I didn’t either. High water pants may not be my goal, but they are certainly my reality right now. Exhibit A:

Do you see that man-child next to me? Just a minute ago he was hugging my knee.

Growth is often painful. Ideas I thought fit, are suddenly pinching and too small. Assumptions that worked yesterday, are stretched out and embarrassing today.

High-water pants. I’m thankful for them. They are proof we’re growing, even if it is messy and uneven.