My son is graduating from high school this year. He didn't become my son until he was ten, so there were always lots of unknowns.
Like, what will happen as he grows up?
I'm so proud of him. He's just been brave and awesome and full of perseverance.
Yesterday we went on our first college tour. Yes, college. I can't say I ever knew for sure it would happen. But he's been accepted, and what's more, he has a soccer tryout with the coach on Monday for a goalkeeper spot on the team. And the college is close enough I could go see his home games.
This kid lives for his team. Lives for the sport. He was so depressed after his final senior game. If he makes it, gets a spot on the college team, I feel confident he will not only graduate from high school, but also from college. Wow.
And then it makes me sad. He'll be gone. The last chicken flown the coop. As hard as parenting has been, it seems harder to think of not parenting again.
Maybe I should adopt another one. (Just kidding)