I’ve been preparing myself for the feelings I’m going to experience when she graduates this school year…being the youngest of my three, that whole empty nester thing lands on her shoulders, something I know will be bittersweet. What I didn’t prepare myself for tho' was how I would feel the day she turned 18. I was consumed with an array of feelings yesterday….from crabbiness to awe.
There were even moments when my eyes would begin to fill up with tears and I would have to turn away from whoever I was talking with, I know it sounds so silly… I was so not ready for these feelings.
We spent the whole evening together….all of us…and I just kept thinking about how proud I am of my children….how they make me feel like I've done something right. I don't just love them, I really like them, I enjoy them and I'm proud of who they are. They actually carry some of the traits I tried to instill in them...all the eye rolling, sighs, huffs and puffs...all the times they bucked me or argued with me, all the times I thought they weren't listening to me, come to find out....they were.….Amazing.
Next spring brings so many new and uncharted paths for Magen…but also for me, it’s been just Mag and I for the last few years and I see her becoming more independent by the day. It’s a good thing, I know….but sometimes good can be swirled with sad…like a twist cone. Does that make sense…nope, probably not.
Magen…hmmm,
“She fancies dirt bikes and wrestlers. She owns the property where obedience and judgment calls reside. Her humor is dry but her character swims full force through white caps and singing whales.”
This is my Magen...my Magbag.
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21 shoooooot dont feel like it and i still have the thing u wrote on me.. the card u gave with th elong lil writing u do love you mom
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