Phoning It In

My last kid is a senior and I have basically given up. Actually I have. I used to pride myself on being somewhat of a super mom in my chosen lane – not a “PTA mom” or “cut the crust off a sandwich mom” but an “I’ll volunteer to lead this” mom. I’ve been a coach, a committee leader and the team manager for just about every school and club team at some point.

Now, I’m organizing my very last task and I can barely pull it together. Baseball Senior Day. Quite frankly, I don’t feel like it. I’m sure it’s my defense mechanism kicking in, like when your HS senior lashes out and soils the nest before he leaves.

Case in point. Take a look at this banner. Do you see anything off in this picture?

Obviously, someone wasn’t there during picture day. A year ago, this would be a calamity, a red alert. He MUST be in the picture. He’s a SENIOR! Stop the presses, we need another pic! Now, it makes me giggle. (Luckily, the mom of this boy is giggling too.) I even forgot to order the celebration cake – what self-proclaimed coordinator of a school function forgets the fucking cake??

I think at the end of this long journey getting my kids from Kindergarten through 12th grade, I finally realize what’s important. My kids made it out of school relatively happy, reasonably ready for their next challenge and if it wasn’t a perfect ride, who cares. I’m done!