My daughter is graduating from high school and it brings about such a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. This is not my first child to graduate, but I find I’m still surprised by the feelings that creep up in unpredictable patterns.
First of all, let me assure you that you get more than 18 summers and high school graduation is not the finish line. You will be the mama to your sons and daughters every single day of your life. However, the role does indeed change and you get to step back a bit to witness your child become more independent and capable. Most of the time, graduation from high school will mark a shift in the way you relate to one another. It is a significant milestone that brings deep pride and a tinge of sadness, along with an intense cause for celebration.
I find myself on memory lane and getting lost in the photos from years that have passed.
Memories of the milestones and the everyday moments are treasures to me. The stumbles and heartaches along with the accomplishments each hold meaning and significance. I love the friends who have passed in and out of our circle, and the community that joined us along the journey. So much of my mom-life has revolved around the schools, activities and community of my child, and I’m grateful for my identity as a mother.
I have learned so many of my own lessons through each season.
While my child was getting a diploma, I was also being educated in parenting. Every moment from the sleepless nights of infancy to the drama of dating and driving are a testament to the dedication that being an active, involved parent demands. Parenting is more than guiding and nurturing your child; it’s also about learning and growing alongside them. I’ve learned patience, resilience, and the fierce meaning of unconditional love. I’ve been challenged to understand beyond frustrations and strived to endure with grace more obstacles than I thought I was able to overcome.
As my graduate embarks on a new chapter, I am full of hope and excitement for the next chapter. There is a hint of sadness and lots of nostalgia. Sometimes I long for the days when she was little and my presence could heal every wound. Now my job is to empower her own independence and provide support for her goals.
I know that this is the natural order – for my children to grow, find their own paths, and take their part in our vast and wonderful world. I’ve also seen how our relationship with one another doesn’t come to an end. In fact, though she may not need me in the same way she once did, I will always be the steady anchor my child needs in their ever-changing worlds. We get to be friends and peers in a way that will bring a new kind of closeness.
