Ferris Bueller was Right—Life Moves Pretty Fast

Well, hello there! It’s been a little while! The summer is off to a roaring start for me. Our anniversary vacation to Sedona kicked off two straight weeks of travel for me, culminating with my son’s graduation from high school and subsequent open house.

Amid the travel, planning, and prepping, we were able to get my greenhouse fully functional and my gardens planted. The busyness of it all kept me focused on the fact that we would be hosting over 200 people at our home less than 24 hours after his commencement…not on the fact that my baby boy was graduating and embarking on the next phase of his life. His adult life. A life that will be lived outside of my house.

We had a beautiful family dinner before the evening graduation ceremony, got to the location early to get the best seats, and waited for the big event. With time on my hands, I decided to peruse the program. That’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks and the dams in my eyes failed. Ten minutes before the commencement started, I began a crying streak that lasted throughout the ceremony, through the final party preparations that evening, and found me when I woke up the next morning.

The conflicting emotions of pride, love, hope, concern, and separation swirled through me at once. Looking at this amazing young man with a smile that lights up my world I wondered how we got here so fast. Wasn’t he just born? Is he ready for a world away from me? Am I ready for a world away from him?

Being his mom is one of my greatest joys. I realize he is probably more prepared for this next chapter than I am, which means I did my job. While I am so excited to see what’s next for him, I am going to cherish every moment I can squeeze out of him this summer and stock up on tissues for the ride home from dropping him off this fall.

Love and light,

Shelley