Thursday, May 30, 2013
I’m talking about watching my last 2 kids (twin boys, if you're a newbie to my posts) graduate high school. I’ve been there twice before, though both were nearly a decade ago. My first son went military and off to war in 2002. Next son headed off to college a year later. If you asked me two weeks ago how I felt about the last two finally hitting this marker, all I said was, “relieved.” Really, when you send your first born off to war, the rest is gravy, right?
I thought I was set, but in the last couple of weeks the nostalgia has slowly been creeping in on me. It literally exploded as I plowed through over 600 pictures to make up some books for their grad party. Now it hits at the oddest moments. In line at the grocery store, suddenly wondering how often I’ll be going once they’re out of the house. When I get a hug out of nowhere. When they truly appreciate something I've cooked for them. When I see a parent with young twins, though that one still holds mostly relief that I’m on this end of things.
Thankfully, these moments are usually offset pretty soon by stinky feet and failure to move their asses when I need them to do something around the house. Or when they don't feel it's necessary to fill me in on their schedules and just expect to use my car when they need it.
Overall, I’m still ready for this moment. More than ready. Better yet, Stud and I think they are ready, too.
Oh, and Happy Anniversary, Stud! You’re still my hero.