So, I’m a typical mommy emotional mess today!
I thought after my first born, who graduated high school last year, with me sobbing like a baby; that this year would be a cinch.
But not so much.
I am sitting here, remembering when they were little. My young daughter and her little brother; playing with their stuffed animals and play toys and just so innocent and eager to please mommy and daddy. Now, I sit here blubbering like a fool and in disbelief at the childhood years that have gone by….too too soon.
I am just so proud. Not sad, not upset, and definitely far from disappointed. The irony is that I am someone who is usually non-emotional. For example, when there are times that are clearly meant to show some tears; I couldn’t will them out if I poked my eyes with my fingernails.
Don’t think I haven’t tried wiling them out…(no, I never poked my eyes with my fingernails, but trying to make a point about this moment)
So, here I sit. Thinking back to the previous 17 years of my sons’ life. The day he was born and when my daughter, only 18 months at the time and still a baby herself, was brought to the hospital to visit us. She happily sat on my lap in the hospital bed and my husband brought our son, Philip to meet her…
And she angrily threw out her arms and screamed, “NO NO NO!!!! Go Away!” She pushed him away and just hugged me; wanting me all to herself. It was a touching moment I will never forget because from that point on, they have been so close that the memory of the hospital meeting was almost a story of fiction. When their youngest brother was born, 4 years later, they were a team in keeping him in “check” 😉
I cried last year when my daughter proudly walked across that graduating stage. I don’t doubt that I’ll be blubbering away tomorrow night at my son’s big night too.
I know it is an emotional time for every parent as their child moves onto a new beginning…and closes another chapter in their younger lives. The past five years have been a trying and busy time for our family and I cannot believe the maturity and adaptability levels of our children through it all. We had relocated across the globe; not once, but twice, to set up home in another country. And yet, we returned; not once, but twice, back to where we began because that was what we were meant to do.
It wasn’t easy on us at all. But I knew in my heart how much strength it took on our children’s parts to adapt; and adjust each time we resettled again.
I know that nothing is truly forever, but as a parent, you want the best for your children and want to protect them from all additional challenges that we have control over. (or at least think we have control over)
But each time, they just worked diligently to make up the lost time in school or make the necessary adjustments to the current living situations that were so. I know that these experiences only helped ground them for life’s changes as will undoubtedly come and go.
So it is not with sadness that the tears flow. It is with great joy and pride of the amazing, young adults that have emerged from those young, giggling children who seemed too innocent to grow up so soon. God Bless the class of 2015.