All day today I’ve been going through pictures to pull out some for my daughter’s senior yearbook page. Whew, that took me through 17 years of memories and now I’m a little sad at seeing this phase of my parenting job end.
So this year I’ve got one son getting his own place and moving out, and the daughter says she’s moving after she graduates, too. Two little birdies flying the nest. And I always said this moment wouldn’t be marked by saddness – how wrong I was!
Even the youngest is feeling a little anxiety at being the only kid in the house soon. But he’s like me – looking forward to a little more time and space of his own and sad at the same time.