The last semester of my high school life was something that went by in a flash. June seemed a long way off for graduation when we started school in January. Yes, we were supposed to get out in May but believe it or not, it used to snow a lot and so school stretched into June.
There were college choices, ACT tests, senior doings, prom and then graduation. Not once, not one time, did I think about what all this meant to my mom. I would be leaving in August to go play football in college. Life would never be the same for both of us.
I never thought about all of that until a weekend in April of 2025 when my son had his senior prom. For some reason, this one hurt. When my daughter had her prom, I didn’t have this feeling because I knew my son would have his one day and all would be fine.
That is what I get for thinking. So, I asked a few other parents who are going through the same thing and all shook their heads in agreement. It makes it a tad easier that I am not going through this alone. The last senior prom. The last senior breakfast. The last senior assembly. And on and on and. I wrote in an earlier story of not using “the last” when it came to the senior year. I also wrote that in August so you can see how that worked for me.
Time waits for no one and my goodness is that true. Soon it will be his graduation; soon we will be moving him into college; soon he will be off on another adventure. We can make up a lot of things in this world that we missed but we can’t make up time.
So I have learned to appreciate time. Not to fight it but enjoy the time that I have while he is still in high school before his next big adventure. Time will tell his story as time as told our stories.
I won’t wallow for long because it does no good but for now, this one hurts.
