08/18/2021
My son started his âfirst â day of high school todayâŚ. So many feelings about this milestone.
Technically, this is the first day of his sophomore year but with the many interruptions of Covid, itâs his first day in a new school with new kids and a new experience.
His last school experience was 8th grade, which, as for everyone, ended unexpectedly and abruptly by Covid.
So much about him and our world has changed since March 2020.
When I looked at my son this past week.. last night at bedtime when I gave my âmethodical first day of school talkâ(his words âşď¸), I look at my little boy( the one I see when I look into his soul) who is now a young man- and think of all that has changed for him in the past 18 months.
His world has changed- spending his freshman year at home and navigating a historical educational year, going out into a new community and playing soccer with boys he had never met- playing baseball for the first time with new peers and constantly having to adapt because of Covid and all the ups and downs that have come with that reality.
While I grieve all the ways Covid has grown my kids up and taken rights of passages and milestone moments from them, I also see a young man whose once uncertainty about himself and his abilities turn into confidence and accomplishments that have allowed him to see for himself that he is as capable as I have always told him he is.
Of course, those affirmations coming from your mom donât count because âyour my mom and your supposed to say that!â
I feel so much for what all of our kids have had to sacrifice, adapt to and miss out on these past 18 months. I feel so much for what the landscape must look like today as they walk back into schools with masks, hand sanitizer stations, assigned seats for contact tracing and whatever other evidence there is that we are still living in a pandemic.
I feel for the uncertainty many may feel after mostly social media relationships and a year of no worries about the awkward in person moments of fitting in or wearing the right thing.
As I looked at my son on the way to school- him taking deep breaths and feeling vulnerable enough to say I am scared- I see the little boy in him alerting him to be on the look out but i also see the young man he has become since 2020 and the way he holds his younger scared self without judgement .
I know this has been an incredibly difficult season of parenting for many and as I look at him, I feel so much gratitude for the ways life has balanced his missed moments with confidence, a great group of friends and the extra time I got with him to support him as he prepared for this day.
Personally, I am entering a new season of parenting - watching him grow and spread his wings knowing that soon he will be on his path to his adult life and simultaneously his sister leaving for college.
There are so many ways that âempty nestâ takes shape and I am learning this in real time.
So as my sweet children grow and spread their wings, I am taking inspiration from them and doing the same- growing from a mom of small kids who could be supported with a bed time story or time on my lap to a mom who meets them where they are at. And as they explore and challenge themselves to be courageous and vulnerable, I will continue to do the same as I integrate this identity of a mom with young adult children.
To all the parents out there feeling all of your own stuff, as well as witnessing your kids experience a time we could have never imagined- I hold you in my heart!
Weâve got our babies Mommaâs and Daddyâs đ