So, I've survived the last ever week of band camp, and the last ever registration at the high school. Senior pictures are behind us. The final high school year is starting next week. This is gonna be a year of lasts - probably as hard on me as it will be on Carissa. There is just something about your baby graduating from high school that is sad. The end of an era. It seems like just yesterday I was holding their hands and walking them to their first day of kindergarten. At least when my other two graduated I still had Carissa. Now all I have is the dogs......
On a brighter note: the kids are all raised and I can do things - things I want. Things I(we)used to do before kids..... Nope, even that isn't helping. I tried.
It's gonna be a paradoxical year - happy, sad, long, short, easy, hard, proud - very emotional. Cutting that final cord is hard. But I know in my heart it's a good thing. And I know she will be fine. Pushing her out of the nest will be difficult, but watching her soar will be a wonderful thing.
2 comments:
Wow! I can't imagine and I know it is closer than I htink until I am in that position too. I love that website! when we are making a little more mula I think we are going to buy little Jack the radiohead or Beatles version.
I guess I won't be experience what you're going through now for a long time. I mean, Jack is the first of probably 12, so it's going to be a long time before they all graduate.
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