It feels like a lifetime ago—and also just a blink—since I dropped my baby boy off at his first day of kindergarten. Now that he's started his senior year, I’m left wondering where the years went. Watching him transform from a child who needed my constant help to a young man ready to take on the world is a beautiful, heart-wrenching mix of pride and nostalgia.
Watching my child prepare for college has turned their senior year into a bittersweet mix of logistical planning and letting go. It’s a season of 'lasts' that has me preparing for my own new beginning, too.
To every parent standing at the starting line of senior year: take a deep breath.
This isn't just their milestone; it’s yours. It is the beautiful, bittersweet harvest of every ounce of love and patience you’ve sowed over the last eighteen years. If you feel a little unsteady—caught between grieving the childhood that’s ending and cheering for the future that’s beginning—know that you aren’t alone.
As we focus on getting them ready for their next chapter, we need to hold space for ourselves, too. Our roles are shifting, but the bond isn't breaking. We are moving toward a new kind of friendship and the incredible reward of watching them fly on their own.
So, let’s lean into the chaos and the magic of this final year. Soak up every "last" and celebrate every "first." Graduation will be here in a heartbeat, and while our daily routines will change, our purpose remains the same: we are their home base, their fiercest advocates, and their forever safe place to land.
Let the planning begin!