Seventeen years ago, I met someone that would forever change my life. The first time I held my son in my arms was the most amazing moment. I could never have imagined that it was possible to love someone that much. Without question or hesitation, I knew that I loved him more than I loved myself and that I would give anything to keep him safe, make him happy and to watch him grow into a young man. During the sleepless nights that followed me home from the hospital, the worrying that comes with being a good parent and the sports and activities that my son participates in, made it seem like high school graduation was a lifetime away. But it isn't.
Graduation snuck up on me and is now less than a year away. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry most days and that is why I'm writing this blog. I waver from incredible feelings of pride and happiness to sadness that my son will be going off to college to fear of what in the world I'm suppose to do with myself after he's moved into the dorm.
I know I'm not the first parent to go through this and am hoping that those of you that have been through this can post how you felt and how you coped and that those fellow "senior" parents can find an outlet for your feelings and questions too.
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