As my “practice kid,” my firstborn, approaches the end of senior year, I find myself overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions. This journey has been about so much more than just academics; it’s been a profound experience that has shaped both of us. As I prepare for the logistics of sending him off to college across the country, I feel a deep urge to articulate everything I want to say, but time is slipping through my fingers.
First and foremost, I cannot express enough how proud I am of you. We’ve navigated the highs and lows of high school together—celebrating acceptance letters while dealing with the sting of rejections, ultimately finding the path that suits you best. It’s an exhilarating time to be at the pinnacle of the “high school food chain,” but amidst this joy, nostalgia creeps in, leaving me wondering where the years went.
I remember when you received your acceptance to Loyola High School, one of those well-regarded institutions in Los Angeles. It wasn’t through legacy or hefty donations; it was your determination and hard work that got you there. The countless hours of studying for the HSPT, gathering recommendations, and preparing for interviews truly paid off. Your face when you learned of your acceptance is a moment I’ll cherish forever.
Then, life threw us a curveball with my cancer diagnosis. I’m so sorry for the impact it had on you. I regret not being able to be there for you during freshman orientation or to celebrate your first day of high school with ice cream. Watching you navigate those early days, feeling scared and fragile while trying to maintain a brave face, was heart-wrenching. Yet, through it all, you persevered, showcasing a resilience that inspires me every day.
As we moved into junior year, the pressure intensified. The ACT, SAT, test prep, and college visits became a whirlwind of stress. You managed to juggle these responsibilities, all while learning to drive in the chaotic Los Angeles traffic. I tried my best to support you (including through those unfortunate fender benders), and together, we emerged on the other side—somewhat intact!
Now, as we race toward the finish line of senior year, I’ve witnessed you transform from a somewhat awkward teenager into a confident, witty, and kind young man. Prom is just around the corner (you looked incredibly dapper, by the way), and graduation is fast approaching. Senioritis is in full swing, and I can’t help but smile at what lies ahead.
Words often fail to capture a mother’s love. From the moment you entered my life, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. Now, seeing your strong shoulders and the young man you’ve become fills me with pride. You’ve taught me about unconditional love, patience (which I’m still mastering), and the beauty of selflessness.
We must savor the moments we have left together and focus on what truly matters. The world awaits you, and soon you’ll have the freedom to explore it on your own terms. Travel, try new things, and enjoy this victory lap—you’ve certainly earned it.
Will I miss you when you go off to college? Absolutely. You’re everything a mother could hope for. I anticipate some tearful goodbyes (sorry in advance for the ugly crying), but those tears will be a mix of pride, nostalgia, and excitement for your future.
This is the circle of life—this transition is meant to happen. I am proud of you and filled with admiration for your resilience. I look forward to your future adventures, knowing that parenting is not just an 18-year gig but a lifelong journey that will evolve. I’ll always be your momma, with my heart forever tethered to you.
I love you. The best is yet to come.
Your Biggest Fan,
Laura
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