Surviving Senior Year

My head wants to hit the table. I’m that bone tired.

I'm gonna miss the damned bulldog mascot too.

Tonight was the kickoff party for my daughter Tory’s high school volleyball team. I am the Booster Club. No, seriously. I am. This party is a dog and pony show that I enjoy, but it’s still exhausting to prep and deliver. You want to know something weird? I keep on keeping on because I know these are “lasts” for me. This will be the last kickoff event I do for Tory’s team. It will be the last time I watch her play high school volleyball and maybe the last time I see her play volleyball period.

Go ahead. Try to return one of her top spinning nightmare balls. I dare you.

My daughter’s senior year is beginning and  she can’t wait. My daughter’s senior year is beginning and I am almost completely undone at the thought of all the “lasts.”

Perhaps now, when I’m exhausted, is not the best time to reflect on these life changes.

<head nod>


I’m going to bed.

Like Scarlett O’Hara, I’ll think about it tomorrow.


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2 Responses to Surviving Senior Year

  1. Karyn says:

    I am experiencing “The lasts” with my youngest who is now in 1st grade. No more toddler clothing, no more toddler toys while the oldest is making his way through art school. Good luck with it all.

  2. God bless you, Karyn! That’s a big age span between children. My head would be spinning with the changes for each child. Thanks for the encouragement; I think I’m gonna need it!

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