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Our family has been through some major transitions over the course of the past year, and the evening of June 3, 2010, not only felt like the culmination of all the changes we have experienced recently, it also marked the end of one long chapter of my life. It was exciting, fulfilling, satisfying . . . and both mentally and physically exhausting.

We don’t always know, at a finite moment in time, that we are experiencing the end of an era, a journey, an ongoing event, a relationship. Sometimes we don’t understand until later that a precise point in time was indeed that moment of finality. In other cases, the full weight of reaching the end of something bears down on us as the moment approaches — and even for a period of time after it passes. In those circumstances, we have the opportunity to anticipate and prepare for that life-altering moment, but we can’t always predict how we will feel once it arrives.

So it was with my youngest son’s recent graduation from high school. . . .

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  1. Wonderful post! You are so right…. we have those bittersweet moment sin life that sometimes we brace ourselves for knowing they are coming, and others hit us and we have no idea why….

    Congratulations – I bet your heart is full of joy!
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  2. I can completely relate to what you wrote about how you were feeling after your son graduated. It is a shower of pride, exuberance and profound loss all at the same time. No more worn out knees to patch. No more little league. No more shoes to tie or noses to wipe. It is such a monumental change for everyone. Such a juxtaposition of emotion to be bowled over with excitement and feel the sadness soak in.

    We spend years and years, every moment of every day of their lives preparing them to be independent, to be successful, to be safe, to take care of themselves. And yet, somehow amidst all the things we remembered to prepare them for we misplaced ourselves, we forgot they would leave us…as they venture out into the world. We forgot they would need us in entirely different ways some day. Even when they come back, it will never be the same as it was. It will never again be time to sign permission slips or straighten the seam of a sock, not with them anyways.

    Oh! I happened upon your site and read a few of your posts and came to this one and I can completely relate, so I had to respond. ((hugs)) from a random book-loving stranger who knows exactly how you feel.
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