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Senior Year

Hello and welcome back, or if you are here for the first time, welcome! As my oldest son approaches the end of his senior year, I find myself feeling a wide range of emotions from, oh my gosh I’m so proud of him, to oh my gosh he’s leaving home soon, and then the tears start falling. I’m not really surprised by these emotions because I’ve witnessed many moms I’m close to go through this already. Hearing about it and feeling it are two very different things! My mom was telling me she was sad too, but then she said, while it is sad, this is what you’ve been doing all this time as his mom. Preparing him and equipping him to leave and be a successful individual of society. She, as she usually is, was exactly right.  After that conversation, I had a lot of memories of my senior year surface. The second half of my senior year was actually a really difficult time for me. I doubt I was shedding much light on how difficult it really was for me to my friends, and probably not even my family. I l
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