A Year of Lasts
The boy has begun his senior year of high school and yeeps, this is going to be a Kleenex year. It is a year of lasts:
The last Homecoming
The last High School marching season
The last competition
The last Winter concert
The last Spring concert
The last prom
The last day of high school
A friend was telling me about her friend who packed her daughter off to college a couple of weeks ago. She stood in the Target lunchbox aisle after she was gone and just burst into tears. This is what awaits me, I’m afraid, as I welled up just hearing the story.
It’s almost silly, I’ll admit, because I hardly ever see the boy as it is. Our conversations, when we do happen to bump into one another during waking hours, consist of “What’s for dinner?” and “Can I have some money?” with my responses of “Food!” and “What do you need it for?”
Nevertheless, it’s going to be a fast year of lasts and this time next year I’ll be a sobbing, distraught mess.
August 31st, 2007 at 6:19 pm
This is all part of life. It’s normal. You’ll survive.
Now, remind me what I just say in about nine years.
September 6th, 2007 at 9:30 am
My gawd, I cried when my kid graduated PRESCHOOL. I’ve got to grow a pair because I totally forgot about the leaving-home-going-to-college thing. Be strong! Give me something to mimic!
September 7th, 2007 at 8:23 pm
You’ll survive and in 7 years you’ll have an empty nest. It isn’t as bad as it sounds, in fact it can be fun!! Anyway you think it is bad, what about Grandma realizing she has a grandson in College?