Our Baby is a High School Senior

Twenty six years ago, I was just beginning my life as a mother. I never dreamed it would be this wonderful or difficult. I had no idea how much my heart would change, how much I would love these beautiful, amazing babies.

For more than 20 years now my mornings have been filled with waking up sleepy children, packing lunches and sending them off to public school. My afternoons have been filled with helping in classrooms, serving on the PTA and throwing class parties. My evenings have been filled with checking backpacks, helping with homework, filling out forms and enforcing bedtime.

It all comes down to this . . . the last year of public school. My baby's first day of the last year of public school.

It's a bittersweet time. I never imagined I would feel melancholy about saying "the last time" to things like student registration, parent teacher conference and homecoming dances with many more coming as the year progresses. The truth is, I have loved every single minute of it, and I will miss a lot of things after this year is over and  I see my beautiful baby girl in her cap and gown with a high school diploma in hand.

I'm grateful to have had the chance to be the mother of such amazing and intelligent children.