A Season of Lasts

My youngest brought home his course request form in January, and I realized I am entering a season of lasts. It wasn't just any course request form--it's for his senior year (12th grade for those outside the US). This is the last course request form I will help him with. Pretty soon, it will be his last first day of school, his last homecoming, possibly his last Thanksgiving or Christmas at home. Then his last last day of school. And since he's my youngest, there isn't another to usher through these important days.

It does make me a little sad, but I also realize that my lasts will lead to his firsts. My mother said to me, a long time ago (before I was even planning to have kids), that the parent-child relationship is one of the few where the goal is to grow apart, not together. I've kept that with me and tried to make choices in parenting to help my kids become their best versions of themselves. I love them dearly, and I like them even more. They're kind, funny, brave, and smart.
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So whether you're entering a season of firsts, a seasons of lasts, or a "just get through it without killing anyone" season, hug your loved ones and know there is a season for all things. And beginnings lead to endings, and endings lead to beginnings.

From the February edition of Magical Musings, my newsletter. #momlife