Today is the first day of what will be a year of "lasts". As of noon today, my youngest is a high school Senior. Wow, that was fast! I knew that it was coming. I suppose that I've been trying to avoid thinking about it, even though the signs have been all around me for a couple of weeks.
I've probably been a little crabby. (Of course, I didn't notice and anyone else who may have been aware was too kind to mention it.) I probably won't miss this (At least not at first.)
It's been a morning of reflection for me, looking back with a smile and (a few shakes of my head in disbelief) at all that has happened since I sent my little blonde boy to his first day of school 12 years ago.
Yep, a brief, "mom-ish" pause, to look back at how much he's grown and learned and how proud I am of the guy that he's becoming and to look forward to all of the fun that we'll have during this year of lasts. The last homecoming, the last football game, the last cross country meet.
Then, after about 10 seconds of nostalgia, I realize that this is also a year of firsts. I knew that it was coming. I suppose that I've been trying to avoid
thinking about it, even though the signs have been all around me for a
couple of weeks. My oldest is moving into his first college apartment!
Wow, that was fast! I'd better get going! We've got shopping to do and a car to pack!