Senior year. It’s full of new experiences for all of us. I’ve listened as other mothers (mostly of girls) have spoken of how sad they are that this is THE year. Honestly, I’ve felt bad because it hasn’t bothered me at all.
Until last night.
Senior picture night.
I stood and watched as the wonderful photographer took pictures of my son. A man. There was no little boy left as she snapped pictures and showed him the results. He humored me as I fixed an awkward collar but for the most part, I just stood and watched.
The first picture in the hospital. The first month photo at the studio. His one year birthday announcement picture. The first days of school. Birthdays. Eighteen years of memories.
I know parenting is never done, but we’re moving into a new stage. It’s very exciting. It’s a little sad.
Last night I stood in the back and watched. He could have done this on his own.
And then I saw a glimpse of my little boy–he caught my eye and mouthed the sweet words, “Do I look okay?”
He still needed me. For a few more moments I’m needed.