My son went off cheerfully to his last day of high school last week.
I think he felt only happiness and an eagerness to move forward
and leave his public school days behind.
Me? Not so much.
My feelings were mixed. Another one of my "babies" finishing high school
is a great, but bittersweet feeling. Three down, one to go.
Where did the time go?
Ah, well, it flies. Days, months, years~ all gone like fallen
snow when the sun comes beaming out. But it is a good thing, the way
of the world. We cannot stop time, but memories are a sweet
balm to the aching heart. I am happy, mostly.
My son said, "Mom, why do people make such a big deal about high school graduation?
Everybody graduates!"... I told him it was a milestone,
a distinctive marker in a young person's life, the end of an era~
but what does an 18 year old grasp about milestones?
He is looking toward his bright, exciting future.
My son's recruiter was at graduation and even though
it is still two months until boot camp, this sure did feel
like I was handing him over to the capable hands
of the U.S. Navy.
So now I count the double digit days...
We need to get a power of attorney, go though my son's room...
Graduation was an ending, but also a beginning~
a new life awaits my son... and me.
Ready or not.