Shit's getting real in this house as Graduation looms. I'm doing my best to compartmentalize things because if I even talk about it, I choke up.
My husband thinks it's funny as he says, "He's only going 45 minutes away!"
But he's going away. The child that used to scream from his crib at 430 in the morning "START DAY!"
So I'm focusing on the things that I can handle.
Wondering where the cap and gown went after the capping ceremony because I can't focus on watching his little brother cap the big brother.
It's easier to focus on finding the cap and gown under the couch downstairs in the kid's room.
Focusing on finding the special cord for being a straight A student and Athlete, because he doesn't care if he wears it but I do.
Trying not to cry during the capping ceremony. Focusing on how bad my back hurt sitting on bleachers for 2 hours and 15 minutes while the same 7 students got all the Senior Awards.
Watching him write out graduation announcements focusing on why App State has to have special beds in the dorms that require you to purchase special sheets. WTH?
Focusing on missing my own fundraiser Bourbon and Bacon rather than watching him cross that stage getting his diploma.
Compartmentalize things is easier than focusing on the big picture. Watching his spread his wings.