The lunchroom was filled with chatter, shrieks, and noise that only middle schoolers could produce. As I sat at a table, waiting for a few former students to sign a book for a retiring teacher, I caught up with them.
“Ms. Bless, can you believe I’m going to be thirteen this week?!”
“Wow! That’s scary! I’m going to be thirty this summer.”
“That’s even scarier!”
I can always count on kids to be honest and blunt!
But, as August approaches, I keeping thinking about that Tim McGraw song “My Next Thirty Years.” I remember hearing that song when it was released, thirty seemed so old. And now I am almost there and I can’t help but reflect on these past thirty years and what I want out of the next thirty…