Thursday, May 30, 2024

93 Days

93 Days Till Departure. 

Last night was Prom. You were absolutely stunning in your black dress and your make-up and hair were perfect, but what made it so beautiful was how happy you were. You have recently started dating someone who you seem to really like and who treats you like the queen that you are, and it is just the best feeling in the world as a mom to see you so happy, and full of all the best things about your age. Honestly, your joy is so infectious that it is nearly impossible for me to be sad about all of this. 

Tonight was class night and you were invited to participate as you were the recipient of four awards. It was a special night because the majority of the awards went to kids from your elementary school. It was amazing to know each kid and to see them all grown up and ready to conquer the world. I have always felt there was something special about your elementary group and I truly am as excited for all of them as I am for you. I was crying for many of them tonight and I was joking with our squad that I was going to try to let out all my tears now so that I could be fine at graduation. Actually, I have to tell you I was crying last night at prom pictures and I jokingly said to one of the moms, I think there is something wrong with me because I am crying all the time. Without missing a beat, she said, “no Meg that’s just you.,” which immediately cracked me up. 

I don't know if I will be crying or laughing at graduation on Sunday but I do know that you are the best of all the good daddy and I have to give, and we are so proud to share you with the world.

Thursday, May 23, 2024

99 Days

99 Days till departure.

Tonight, is the eve of your last day of high school. For almost this whole year I have felt alone in my sadness about your probable departure, but in the last few weeks as we get closer to graduation, I have had conversations with parents who express the same feelings of sadness.  I will say it again, 18 years is not enough time.  Everything about you is constantly evolving and I hate that I am going to miss bearing witness to each subtle shift.  I want to be there for all of it, and it just feels so unfair that in a few short months you are not going to be coming home to me each night to debrief about your day.  

 

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”  A.A. Milne