It’s finally over.
Britney has graduated high school and she is moving into her own place at the end of the month. While I wish I could say that I am sending her off to college or basic training, she decided she has other plans.
For years, her plans were to join the military right out of high school, but that has changed and she has decided to go a different route. What route? I have no idea, I am not sure that she does either.
I do know while I am relieved that she is done with high school and will start a new milestone in her life, it scares me knowing that she is now an adult and I can no longer tell her what to do, when to do it, and how high she should jump while doing it.
It is time for her to live and learn. She will make countless mistakes along the way, and as a Mom I would prefer her not to, but I also know that is the only way you can grow as a person both physically and emotionally.
I am thankful to both my husband and ex-husband. Neither one are her biological dad but you wouldn’t know it. They have both helped raise her when they didn’t have to. My ex-husband continued (and still continues) to be her dad long after we divorced. My husband came into her life at the very start of her terrible pre-teen/teen years (it’s like the terrible two’s but on steroids).
On a side note, I wish every divorce that involved children could be like mine and my ex-husband’s. I get along great with my ex (he is still one of my best friends) and step-mom (in fact my ex-husband usually has to threaten to leave her here because we will sit and talk for hours on end when they visit). Our house is always open for them when they are in town and need a place to stay. It has made life for all my children and us just so much easier. I still frequently use the phrase “don’t make me call your dad.”
Beginning next year, I will only have two left in school; an 8th and 10th grader. It feels like just yesterday they were all in elementary school. Where does the time go? I now have two adult children and two that are teenagers!
It’s definitely going to be weird this summer, and quiet, without her here. I may end up calling her to come over weekly just so she can argue with me (or her dad). You know, to keep things “normal”. Ha!