Shit just got real.
Real in the sense that my baby girl, that I swear was just born yesterday, is leaving the nest. People always say “how fast they grow up” but when you’re in the midst of it, you forget the super sonic speed in which you’re traveling. Seriously, I remember every detail of her birth. I remember when she was in preschool and I could dress her in girly clothes with matching socks. I vividly remember when she fell off a flower paver at The Diner and needed stitches and then when she had all that mega girl drama in 7th grade. I remember her struggle to adjust to being a freshman and then watching her flourish when she found her niche.
Next week she will wear a mortarboard and Honor Society chords and walk across a huge stage to receive a diploma. High School is OVER and I’m sure , in what will feel like a week, I will be writing about her graduating college!? I’m not sure if I’m more upset she is leaving us or if it is just the pending mortality of my own life. How did I GET HERE? I still feel like I just graduated high school and was getting ready to embark on life’s adventures. I feel like now that I will have a kid in college that I’m officially a grown up. Pretty soon I’ll be planning weddings and birthday parties for my grandkids!? I wish I could slow down the clock but since I can’t, I will try to take it one day at a time and make the best of this wild ride.
Congratulations Elizabeth! I can’t wait to see where your journey takes you next! In the meanwhile, I’ll be home sifting though your baby books with tears in my eyes.
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile you could miss it.” Ferris Bueller
My mom and me Elizabeth in her cap and gown