My daugther's senior year is moving along way too fast. Tonight is the last home football game. Tonight the senior's involved in many activities will be honored at the game. The parents get to walk them across the field while they are introduced. A photographer will take our picture so we can remember this honor and this one of many "lasts" of this year. My daughter will be honored for cheerleading, so I will wear purple and I told her Dad to wear a pirate shirt so we will look color coordinated. You just can't take the wife out even when you aren't. :-)
My son was home last night and told me he misses high school - senior year. He said everyone thinks they want it done and over, but actually, it was pretty good living, and pretty easy living, compared to college and being "on your own". I suppose not everyone feels that way, but he does. I sure do love that tall, handsome young man, who is still my little blonde boy in my heart.
Only 2 football games left and our chance to be in the play-offs is now or next week. We need to win another game. We can do it, I know we can. Stay tuned.
We have come so far - 2 years ago, when my son was a senior and my daugther was a sophomore, we lost 10 games in a row. Last year we lost 9, winning one. We felt like champions that night in Joshua - winning a game after so many losses. This year has been so much fun for these kids. For the boys who play, the wins are their personal success, but for the rest of the student body, the wins bring so much joy and smiles to their faces. There is more "pep in their step" to say something our Grandmothers might have said back in their day.
Next week, we are going to go visit A & M. Mom, that's me, and Dad will join forces as parents and take our girl to visit the big campus. It's a great school, but oh so big. It's not that far away compared to my days in South Dakota, but for Texas, it feels really far away. I want the very best for my children, but I have to admit, it is hard to let go.
There is a push - pull on my part as I continue the growing up and out process of raising children. Pull them close, and then push them towards the edge of the nest - and then a pulling them close again, holding and sqeezing and not wanting to let go, and then another push towards the edge of the nest. How will it feel that day I drive away from her dorm room next year. Oh my, I already know how it will feel - such a mixture of emotion. Excited for her, scared for her, happy for her - and excited for my next season of life, scared for me, and happy for me.
Life is not for sissy's. It's tough, even in it's best moments.
But - oh my, life can be oh, so good, too!
Namaste
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