Ok, back-up, I started this when there were less than three weeks of school, but now there is less than ONE! A week from today my daughter will graduate from high school.
How in Heaven’s name did she go from this:
… and this:
And how did she go from this:
(I think those are all on the very same court come to think about it…she’s played there so many times over the years!)
How can I let that little baby girl of mine go??
Right now I’m living in deja-vu.
I’m going through a girl version of graduation after my boy version last year.
There’s so much that is the same.
I swear Max and his friends were just here, in and out flitting from one house to the next, laughing and hanging out and future-planning and goofing off. They were just figuring out their “senior prank” and getting mission calls left and right (more about the mission call stuff back HERE).
And now it’s like groundhog day because it’s happening all over again. But this time with Elle’s friends who are somehow even more numerous in numbers and I adore them just as much. Does this just get continually harder to let go with every child? I thought it would get better!
I’ve been pondering lately if different graduating classes really do have such different vibes. If so, we lucked out that both Max and Elle’s classes, 2015 and 2016 just might be the best in human history 😉
I adore all these kids. I adore having my in-box fill up with the mission adventures of those who are spread far and wide all over the world. And I adore keeping up with many others through their mothers and friends. They are off doing great and wonderful things.
And now we’re on to Elle’s graduating class who have been in and out of our house like nobody’s business lately and I love hearing what is coming next for them. Their hopes and dreams and their big after-graduation plans.
The mission call season has begun for many of them.
And then there are the college decisions spreading them out far and wide.
Oh the places they’ll go! I know how much changes in a year since I’ve just barely experienced it with Max. Wow.
They had “senior ditch day” with swimming and a bbq and volleyball.
They’ve had “study groups” here and late into the night at other kids’ houses.
They seem to have something or other every single night.
The other day they did a “transportation” senior prank where they brought all kinds of “transportation” to school and rode around on bikes, skateboards, heelys, rollerblades, you name it, they had it:
I need to get some other pictures from Elle, because she’s had so many things going on aside from doing quite a few photo shoots for people on the side and trying to situate her college classes and starting to pack up (gulp).
She’s not bored, I’ll tell you that!
The other day I got a text in the middle of drying my hair from my friend. It had a picture of Elle and a bunch of friends at the close of their last high school assembly:
I was so grateful for it, but man alive it made me tear up. I wished with all my heart I had been there.
Yes, I know I just wrote in my last post about NOT being there since sometimes that lets kids grow in leaps and bounds more than they would if their mother is always doing everything.
But sometimes, being there is more for the mom than for the child.
So grateful for good friends who sent me these pics.
And also this video of the end of that assembly when only a few of the seniors were left in the gym:
I thought it was hard to say goodbye to Max’s friends last year and I had only known most of the kids in that core group for a couple years. Elle’s group is filled with kids we’ve known all of our lives.
I’m so excited for all of them to move on and for all the good things awaiting in their lives after high school. I’m so excited for the adventures Elle is setting out on at college (trying to write up all about that as soon as I can!). I’m excited for Grace to be the oldest at home because it’s going to be pretty awesome. And I am excited for life to maybe slow down a little bit with only three kids at home and no seniors for a couple years (maybe it will go more slowly??).
But boy oh boy it’s not easy to let this phase of life go.