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What’s Next: My High School Graduate

Hello Beasties!

Aaaand it’s official! The Boy is a high school graduate.

A chapter has ended. We officially turned the page to the next chapter. I … I am still processing. My high school graduate. How weird… Honestly, I don’t think it’ll sink in until… well… ever. I still look at that tall, thin, hairy … man down the hall and see my cute, puppy-eyed little gremlin looking back at me.

Time is weird.

It’s moved so fast and yet this feels natural. I’m not ready, but I never feel ready for whatever is next in our mother/son journey. At the same time, it just feels right. Nothing’s changed but at the same time, everything’s changed. he doesn’t need me and he still needs me. He’s my same little gremlin, but he is definitely not that same little gremlin. He’s a grown gremlin. A gremMAN if you will. Okay, I”ll see myself out now.

It’s all weird.

He’s still my favorite person.

That has not changed. He’s still the kind, thoughtful, deadpan humored weirdo he’s always been. Basically my carbon copy. I like him. Even though our mother/son relationship has changed, our bond has absolutely not. He still talks to me as openly as a young man can openly talk to his mom. We still have our car karaoke moments. He still seeks out and genuinely wants my advice and perspective on things. That’s huge! I am so grateful and definitely blessed that he still enjoys spending time with me. As more than just his personal Uber. He just likes to hang out. I’m still a cool mom.

That’s a big deal to me. It’s actually everything to me.

New adventures await.

Yes, I’m in my head and in my feels, but I am truly excited for this guy. His future is wide open. I’m so lucky to be able to witness him taking these steps into that future. I can’t wait to see the mark he leaves on the world. ♥️

 

Our big week. 

 

 

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