It's cliche to say that I can't believe our son is a senior, but I'm going to say it anyways, "How can our son be a senior???" And while I'm at it, let me throw in a few other cliches...Where has the time gone? I blinked and now he's driving? Where did my baby go?
In all fairness, I haven't had quite as long with my first born at home as some mom's have. Cannon has an August birthday, which made him young in his class. But on top of that there was 6th grade, which he skipped, so now here he is, freshly turned 16 and in his final year at home.
I'm writing this blog as a way of working through my feelings about this. There's no denying that I'm an emotional momma, all my kids make fun of me for crying at sad movies, TV shows, Facebook posts, commercials, and especially those "good news" stories at the end of the evening news. If it involves a child, a soldier, or an animal, the tears will be flowing. I cried at "Pete's Dragon" for Pete's sake!
So how can I not cry at the thought of part of me moving away?
Yep, here come the tears now as I'm writing this.
Lets be clear, it's not that I don't want him to grow up, continue his education, get a job, have a life. I definitely want those things for him and more! I'm just going to miss him with a fierceness that is more guttural than logical. More primal than rational.
So I hope to express these feelings in writing to give them an outlet and a voice. To take them from my heart to my head. To acknowledge them while addressing them. Anyone else with me?
In all fairness, I haven't had quite as long with my first born at home as some mom's have. Cannon has an August birthday, which made him young in his class. But on top of that there was 6th grade, which he skipped, so now here he is, freshly turned 16 and in his final year at home.
I'm writing this blog as a way of working through my feelings about this. There's no denying that I'm an emotional momma, all my kids make fun of me for crying at sad movies, TV shows, Facebook posts, commercials, and especially those "good news" stories at the end of the evening news. If it involves a child, a soldier, or an animal, the tears will be flowing. I cried at "Pete's Dragon" for Pete's sake!
So how can I not cry at the thought of part of me moving away?
Yep, here come the tears now as I'm writing this.
Lets be clear, it's not that I don't want him to grow up, continue his education, get a job, have a life. I definitely want those things for him and more! I'm just going to miss him with a fierceness that is more guttural than logical. More primal than rational.
So I hope to express these feelings in writing to give them an outlet and a voice. To take them from my heart to my head. To acknowledge them while addressing them. Anyone else with me?
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