My youngest child has 16 days of high school left. Ever. She’s our third so we’ve been through this before, but we always had another one following behind to occupy our attention. This time, every milestone is a last:
The last football game she cheered at, then the last basketball game, then the last cheer competition which was truly the last time she will wear the uniform.
The last track meet.
The last choir concert.
The last prom.
Soon we will be attending the last high school graduation, then taking her off to college…our last to leave home.
But her graduation coincides with a first—our first college graduation, that of our oldest daughter.
And many more firsts will follow in the next few years, I’m sure:
The first full-time job.
The first apartment.
The first to bring home a future spouse for dinner.
The first vacation for Joe and I alone, not to get away from our kids, but because they can’t join us.
Our lives have been full the past years, and we will miss every moment of chaos. But maybe we will have time to slow down and savor the next round of lasts and firsts in this next season of life.
I’m looking forward to it, with a few tears mixed in. I am blessed.