I'm not a crier. Except for the mad years of high school drama, I never have been. I didn't cry when my oldest child started kindergarten. Nor did I shed tears when he graduated from elementary and moved on to high school.
But...If I were to be a crier, this would be the year to do it.
2013 holds a frightening number of firsts, lasts and inbetweens.
Firsts: My oldest graduates from high school and Seminary in May. He leaves for his mission sometime in July or August. We're taking our first (and probably last) full family vacation to Disneyland in June. We'll spend our first Christmas without a member of our family (but at least we'll get to talk to him!) And for the first time ever, I have no kids in nursery and no kids who I'm counting the hours until their old enough for nursery.
Lasts: Today I went to my last "muffins with mom" with my eighth grader. This is my last year of having four kids in primary. In May I will disassemble the crib and assemble the toddler bed for the last time.
Inbetweens: My husband will baptize my fifth child in April. My third child graduates from elementary school in May and will be old enough to attend the church dances in August. My youngest daughter enters Young Women's in September.
The lists could go on. But I'm not teary eyed as I contemplate these events. Maybe because they are still out there, waiting to happen (except for the muffins. And I didn't even blink back tears when my eighth grade son voluntarily gave me a hug in the middle of the crowded cafeteria.).
I have a feeling though, that the tears will catch me when I least expect it. I got a hint of them during my oldest son's last drama performance when they called the seniors out and had them do an extra bow to the audience. I'm sure my watery eyes as I watched him on stage were merely the result of my allergies and all of the perfume and cologne wafting from the teenage boys and girls. Who cries at the ending of "Get Smart" anyway?
In the mean time, I'll be sure to keep a supply of tissues handy.