The end of another chapter

C2 is graduating from high school tomorrow. I think I'm in denial. No, I am in denial! I know it's going to happen, but I don't believe it's going to happen. Does anyone understand that? It's not a logical thought. I know I'm experiencing lots of emotions because of it. I haven' t been able to sleep all week. I've snapped at everyone. And even though I'd like to contribute a lot of this to my age, I think that my behavior has much to do with my son graduating tomorrow.

His graduating makes me an official empty nester. Now, I am truly excited about that...and in a good way. But my son...

My son was born prematurely. After having an 8-ounce daughter 5 years before his birth, his 5 pounds, 7 ounces was tiny to me. He was a sleeper as an infant, and he was a very, very lovable child. My favorite thought is when I used to wake him up for school in the morning. I used to knock on his door, walk in his room, and say. "Time to get up!" Then I would sit on his bed. He would sit up, and we would hug. He would get up and get ready for school. I would make breakfast, and the two of us would sit and eat our breakfast. Then I would take him to the bus stop. I love my memory!!!!!!

Of course, those of you who have a teenage son know that it is nothing like that now. He's over six feet tall, and I'm five feet, four inches. In order to reprimand him, I have to make him sit down. He has no interest in talking to his mom. I guess I'm just boring to him. I think in his mind he just can't wait to leave.

Anyway, I know this is all good. I know that what ever the next chapter in my life is, it will be good. But for today I'm a little nostalgic for the past.