We are coming up on the end of the school year and while I am thrilled to get a break from waking up my beastly teenagers daily for the inevitable fight over what they are trying to leave the house in, I am a little sad.
It hit me Monday. We had our annual band banquet. It was my oldest’s fourth since she started marching in 8th grade. For most of the kids she started marching with, it was their last. Her friends are leaving-moving onto college, military, or whatever real world activity their heart desires. It was bittersweet. I am so proud of all the kids and have grown ridiculously attached to a handful of parents that have become my friends over the last few years. We have bonded over games, competitions, parades, and the gazillion volunteer activities that we tirelessly participate in for our kiddos. We are coming up fast on the end of a major chapter.
This time next year, it will be my kid that is preparing the leave the nest. That kid that just started to drive alone in January. That kid that I had to teach how to put gas in her tank. The kid that has to be told periodically to take her clothes downstairs to get washed. The girl that procrastinates on every single project. The kid that is one of my favorite people in the world….
Over the next couple of months, we are going to go visit the two schools which appear to be the best option for going away to school. We have fourteen months until she spreads her wings. There is a lot of planning and prepping that will need to take place.
It seems like only yesterday that I was sending her off to preschool. Now, we are looking seriously at colleges and preparing for senior year. Don’t blink, people. They do not stay little long.