Next week, our middle child graduates from high school. I can hardly believe it.
It’s been a wild ride getting him through school.
I mean, really wild, hard ride.
All of his teachers can attest to the fact that we have all worked to get him to where he is today.
You have those children who love school, or at least don’t mind it, and can take it all in stride and come out on top.
Then you have those children who, well, let’s just say they are not that way and leave it at that.
He was the second type.
But here we are at the finish line and we can celebrate this achievement together.
I mean, we all worked for it, right?
Very soon, Taylor leaves for Army National Guard basic training, then his advanced individual training.
I can count the weekends left with my son on less than 10 fingers. It’s bittersweet to say that.
I am so proud of the choices he is making with his life, but I’m not ready for my little boy to grow up.
In my heart, he will always be my little imaginative boy who dressed up in character costumes to watch his favorite movies, and always had such a tender heart to love on anyone hurting.
While he’s been in school, it has still felt as if he is young and in need of my supervision.
But soon, he will be making choices for himself.
I won’t be there to guide him through his decisions.
Have I done enough? What else can I say in these final weeks?
When he comes home from training in a few months, he will be different, I am sure.
He will be growing up fast, and far away from me.
Have I imparted all the knowledge and values he needs to be successful in life?
At some point, we have to let go and believe that we have said enough of the correct things and modeled good enough behavior that our children can be trusted to start doing these things on their own. Easily said.
He goes with my prayers that he will be successful and safe, that he will be surrounded by people who lift him up and don’t knock him down, that he will learn and grow and become the man he was created to be.
That’s all any parent can say.
Congratulations Taylor Smart! I am proud of you. I am proud to be your mom. I love you!
What else can I say in these final weeks?