Today I dropped this sweet, beautiful girl off for High School Freshman Camp.
She’ll spend two hours getting her schedule of classes, touring her new school and playing some bonding games with other freshman classmates.
As I watched the smaller than “normal” girl hop out of the car and walk into the gigantic high school building she will call home for the next four years, I couldn’t help but get a little teary-eyed.
It’s not that she’s tiny or not ready or too young. It’s just that she is my last baby!!
I’ve done this five other times. Each time, I felt the same break in my heart, the same anxiety, the same heart exploding pride. I know she’s going to do great things. She’s going to make friends, learn lots of stuff, probably like a boy (watch out!!), and at some point inevitably think mom and dad are complete idiots. All that’s normal!
In our house, there will be no more preschool parties, no more elementary school room mom moments, no more middle school track meets.
Now there will be high school football games and dates and asking permission to go out to lunch with a person who drives.
I’m having an anxiety attack just thinking that this young lady will be doing all these things……..without me 🙁
We have come to a different stage in life now where she needs us a little less.
When she got back into the car after this exciting experience of Freshman Camp, she was giddy and talking nonstop about all the friends she caught up with from middle school and the new friends she met. She talked of all the clubs she wants to join. “Mom, there’s a strings club. You know, violin, viola, cello.”
She says she’s looking forward to school starting.
Mom, on the other hand, wants summer to last for a few more days, weeks, maybe even months. I want to wake her up late in the morning, binge-watch “Charmed” and eat lunch together.
But, that will not be. I will instead pray for a successful high school freshman year for my sweet girl and I will watch an episode of “Charmed” by myself for old time sake!
I hope y’all are handling your summer ending better than me!
Love y’all,
Linda
