This has been a week of reflection.
As school winds down for the year, I’ve been marveling at how much has happened over the course of the past twelve months.
One year ago this week we arrived in San Diego and became official residents of Southern California.
This is not a cliffhanger. Our move has met and exceeded any and all expectations.
And yet the reflection process feels particularly relevant at this moment.
Reflection is how we measure progress and chart our growth and evolution. It’s how we integrate the lessons and apply the learnings for next time. It’s how we cultivate self-confidence and self-reliance. It’s how we become emotionally resilient.
Especially with young children, for whom much of life’s experiences remain new, we reflect back to them their own triumphs and successes. And there were hundreds.
The little ones matter just as much as the big ones.
Making all new friends. Walking into a brand new school knowing only the two children from across the street. Competing on new sports teams. Every single thing they did this year was new and often uncomfortable.
And they did it. We all did. And then some.
To mark the occasion, we’re starting a new tradition (because you know I love traditions). We’re writing a note to each child, reflecting their growth and progress over the year. It’s a sort of report card, however, I’m calling it a reflection note.
It seems fitting with the last day of school upon us.
Stacey (+ Sarah)