Today was the Primary program in our ward. As always, Anna did really well, singing and smiling and giving her little line with gusto. Alyssa held up a picture and played with her bow when she was supposed to be singing. Yeah, some things never change.
Actually, some things do change. It occurred to me, as I stood there watching my eleven-year-old towering above the rest of the kids, that this was Anna's last Primary program. Ever. (Or at least, until she's called as a Primary teacher a few years hence, and that's just not the same.)
Now, I'm a rather sentimental chap, and I have to admit getting a little misty eyed at the realization. But I'm not suffering from any of this wanting to hold on to the past, at least not right now, and at least not where Anna's concerned.
We watch a lot of home movies at our house, at Alyssa's request. Actually, it's not so much a request any more, now that Alyssa can drive the VCR and DVD all by herself.
Anyway, Kara and I were watching some video from 8 years ago, and Kara said "I am so glad Anna is grown up now."
I have to agree. The three-year-old fireball that was my firstborn took a lot of energy and patience. Kara doesn't think she has enough patience for something like that any more. I'm darn sure I don't have it.
And yes, I know the teen years are right around the corner, and they can take just as much patience as the diaper days - if not more. But I think it's a different kind of patience.
A kind I think I might still have in reserve somewhere.