The end doesn't always have to be ugly as is evidenced by the remains from last week's bouquet of tulips.
I need to keep this in mind. Perhaps I should write it 100 times on the chalkboard or better yet, post-it-notes.
My son (my baby) is one month from his high school graduation. 1 month!
I know from experience that those four precious weeks will fly by with lightening speed and though my level of scattered braininess will be at an all time high it will only temporarily distract me from the impending reality that 'this is it'. In our conversation about how many days of actual class instruction he has remaining, he looked over and asked: "are you going to cry?" quickly correcting himself "you're gonna cry, aren't you?" "At my graduation, you're going to cry." It was no longer a question.
Uh, Heck Yea.
x10 x infinity
What's more, it could get ugly - I'm not making any promises.
I was teetering on sniffles trying to run last minute errands for this weekend's Prom when it hit me just how much I'm going to miss this kid. Our special hand shake created while waiting for his sister to get out of middle school when he was in 3rd grade. Our inside jokes - mostly at the expense of his sister (that may, or may not have been said with the voice of Scooby Doo ... I'm pleading the 5th). Gym buddy. Camera buddy. The kid who educated mom on what is cool (
Aeropostale rue 21 Hollister PacSun Am.Eagle ...)
So, so many memories - beautiful memories.
and yes, I understand that this is not "THE END" "THE END", but merely the conclusion of Act II. But I'm a mom and I earned the right to a few things when it comes to my babies; getting slightly over dramatic with the graduation of one is, I'm pretty darn sure, allowed under the terms and conditions of the Parent Plan.
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