A few weeks ago, my high school junior went to our district’s senior recognition car parade.
When she got home, she said, “Well, I guess I’m a senior now.”
Whelp.
I still haven’t fully recovered from the moment early last school year when my new junior was talking about something pertaining to upperclassmen, and I thought, “Okay, so this doesn’t apply to you”—and then, “Oh my word, you ARE an upperclassman.”
I suddenly realize that my daughter is a senior
Now I’m getting emails referring to “your rising senior” and hearing my own daughter announce her senior status, and as if all that isn’t enough to take in on its own, a couple other emotion-bending facts are piggybacked on top of it. For one thing, she is my last baby, which means I am a high school senior mom for the…
