Two years ago at this time I felt like I was sitting in the Millennium Falcon about to make the jump to light speed*.
My daughter was thisclose to graduating high school, and the year—and the previous 18 and a half—had flown by, which made me a conflicted mess of emotions. Sad, obviously, that the time come; shocked at myself for all the years I didn’t think it would; excited and proud of my daughter and all her accomplishments (obviously); and scared out of my mind at the thought of all the changes coming at me at warp speed.
It made me reflect on all the times I’d wished time away, and made me want to go back and throttle that woman for it.
You’d think after two years I’d have processed all the emotions and be done writing about them, wouldn’t you?
Don’t make me laugh.
Because here’s the thing: the changes keep coming, and while the memories of the ones I’ve survived may help me navigate the road with more steadiness, the emotions can still be overwhelming.
Maybe one day I’ll have it all figured out.
But until then, I’ll keep writing about them.
Check out my latest contribution to Grown and Flown, High School Senior Year: Wishing For a Little More Time. Even if you’re not the parent of a high schooler yet, it never hurts to be prepared. And for heaven’s sake, start sorting those photographs…now.
For my other pieces on Grown and Flown (letters to my daughter, the great sorority debate, sibling separation, etc.) click HERE.
For more on the blog about senior year, graduating, and college, click HERE.
*Yes, I did have to make a call to my husband to ask for the correct name of the Star Wars ship; I thought it was called the Death Star. Big surprise.
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