I’ve been writing Carol's Colonial Chronicles for about 9 months now, which means I could call it my baby (I know TMI). But
so apropo given that much of my blog has been about being a parent of a high
school senior. And this entry is no
exception!
The last time I wrote was
early May, just after the Class of 2016 accepted our offer to become GW’s
newest Colonials. I really meant to make
an entry before now – note the title - but I discovered, surprisingly, that
preparing for my only child’s high school graduation to be all consuming!
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That's her, in the front row, far left |
I spent the better part of
May preparing for Haven’s graduation by strolling down memory lane. Stepping into a time machine I (re)experienced
Haven’s life through all her old school pictures, report cards, and school
projects. I am neither the baby book keeper nor the crafty kind of mom but this
didn’t stop me from creating several memory book albums.
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Haven visiting GW at age 7 |
I have also looked back at
some of my earlier blogs and how I reacted to Haven reaching the status of
“high school senior”. One of my favorite
blog entries was “My Pity Party”. It was the one about when I just returned
from Senior Night at her school and expected to be presented with a handbook on
how to be “the best mom ever of a high school senior”. I stated that I wasn’t ready
(even if she was) for her to go off to college; I was shocked how soon my baby
bird would be leaving my nest.
If you
remember, I leaned on the lyrics of “Once in a Lifetime” to help explain my
feelings – “And you may ask yourself - well...how did I get here?”
I am happy to say that the
graduation ceremony, the party, the family visits and the mother-daughter post
graduation trip are now great memories to cherish. Haven loved the memory books and photo albums
I made for her.
My sister asked me recently
if I cried at the graduation ceremony and I didn’t. It’s a lot less of an emotional experience with a graduating class of 624 students. But I did break down the next day when Haven
and I were in the car and a song from my high school days came on – Landslide
by Fleetwood Mac. A song I've heard thousands of times, can sing by heart but
didn’t pay much attention to until that very moment –
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder, even children get older
And I'm getting older too
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder, even children get older
And I'm getting older too
I love knowing she is ready for the adventures she’ll have at
GW. Haven’s all grown up. And, I
guess, I am too.