The First of Many

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Tonight I had the first of many anticipated cries as my oldest son finishes his senior year of high school at home. I started going through all the notebooks I’ve saved of his schoolwork. I have been procrastinating and now I know why. I just couldn’t face the reality that my first “baby” is going to be leaving the nest (he was the baby until we adopted). We have always been close and except for impatience with getting his driver’s license, he has been an easy child to raise (especially compared to the constant chaos of our adopted kids). I know that time makes the memories fade and the reality is that he was a kid once with plenty of challenges of his own. But I am proud of the young man I see before me and am so glad he’s my son.

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  1. Kelly says:

    My oldest is a senior and I too am really struggling with the reality of it all. Sweet post about your son.

    Thank you for telling me about Corey’s yahoo group. I emailed her.

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