Life Lessons of a Mom: It’s No Big Deal

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Noodge 1 graduated from the 8th grade this week. The school had a full ceremony with a processional set to “Pomp and Circumstance”, speeches, and calling the graduates up for the expected handshakes. I wondered if I could keep from crying, but I cry at commercials so there was no way I’d stay dry eyed as my oldest Noodge walked into the gymnasium sporting his royal blue graduation gown. Like every other parent in the place, I asked, “Where did the time go?” Even with all the emotions on my part because he said to me, “Ma, it’s 8th grade graduation. What’s the big deal?” I’m not sure I experienced any gigantic revelations. Or as Oprah would put it, an “aha moment.” This week was simply a right of passage. The end of another stage of his childhood and the end of another stage for me.

The simple truth is I will have a ninth grader and a seventh grader when the leaves explode into color come fall. My children are growing up. I can get with it or I can fight it, but either way, it’s happening.

See? No big deal. I’ve got this covered.

In fact, when I think about it, the time is right around the corner when I’ll get my life back. No more, “Mom, mom, mom, mom.” No more, “Can you do my laundry?” or “Don’t hug me.”  I won’t be driving at 10:30 at night to pick anyone up from a marathon play date. Or chaperoning overnight trips. It’s no big deal my Noodge is going to high school. I went to high school. Nothing terrific happened there. And Noodge 2 going to the seventh grade? Piece of cake. Did it in my sleep. I’m feeling better about this growing up thing already.

I won’t pull out pictures when they were five and three and dressed up as George Washington and Cinderella for Halloween. I won’t look at the scrapbooks I made when they were babies. I won’t sneak into their rooms and watch them sleep. Why would I want to do any of that? Growing up is no big deal, right?

And when they’re out of the house I can make up magical creatures to take their place. Heck, I spend most of my days with three teenagers that  exist in my imagination. (Hopefully, a few other imaginations too. Just saying.)

You know, I think I’ll sit back and breathe a sigh of relief. I thought letting go was going to be hard. But Noodge 1 said it best. It’s no big deal.

Yeah. Right.




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