Moms (and dads) of teens. This is written for moms, but I sure have seen my fair share of emotional papas who find senior year to be bittersweet on their hearts, too. Read this or bookmark this to read before or during your child’s senior year in high school. It just may be therapeutic for you. Because something unexpected happens to a lot of mothers during this final year of school for your child. Something a pal told me about. Senior year will make your heart both smile and sob. Are you ready to feel crazy at times with emotions that go from calmly in check to wildly out of control at times?! It may happen.
And you will be a normal parent even when you don’t feel so normal.
I can’t believe this is here for me once again. One final time. My daughter, my last one, the baby of the family, picked up her schedule today. She starts back to school next week and she is now officially a senior. In high school. Here we go again.
Cue the tears, some sad, many joyful and some that you won’t see coming. This senior year stuff is not my first rodeo, but it already feels different.
So, I remember the wise words of heartfelt wisdom two gal pals shared with me back in 2016. I read those words again, peppered with my own experience as that year wound down. Both of my friends told me to gear up for lots of bittersweet emotions. They said that senior year is the worst! But in a good way. With a lot of cheers. And some unexpected tears that may take you by surprise when you least expect it.
Senior year is hard on your heart, but in the best way. Bittersweet heart warmth and heartache. Mostly all year long. I wrote this three years ago and when I read it again, I feel that heart tug all over again. Three years later I am happy to report that we have survived and thrived!
We survived the emotional roller coaster of senior year, dorm move-in and all that comes with this big life change. And my son is thriving in college. Hooray!
But now back to you. Here is what I wrote then and thinking of this little nugget of gold advice my pals gave me helped a lot as I processed the emotions of letting one loose from the nest. Read on…and this time I read right along with you as I prepare myself for once again, and the last time, to be a mom of a senior.
#Classof2020 here we come!
Fellow classof2020 hash taggers, this is for you. Even though I wrote this in 2016, it is still relevant and I hope it will help you navigate through the roller coaster of emotions you are about to experience.
I hope it helps me again, too.
Here we go! Welcome to senior year parents!
Prepare to feel a little crazy at times. Prepare to feel a bit bewildered by your changing emotions and your kid’s emotions, too.
You may think you are feeling PMS, hormones or maybe perimenopause. But read on because it is a phenomenon that I am so glad my friend told me about before it happened to me…during the nine months that make up a child’s high school senior year.
Yeah, that 9-month thing is ironic!
But first let’s talk about your kid.
This is your child’s big year. The year that their senior year of high school arrives. And since my child’s senior year is rapidly coming to a close, I feel like I am now experienced enough to write this piece and to share this insight with you. It is your son or daughter’s special senior year.
And a lot of milestones and busy work come with that final year of high school….
Cap and gown pics.
College apps…lots of work for your kid…you have been warned!
First games, last games.
Senior nights when moms are recognized and appreciated.
College acceptance letters 🙂
College rejection letters 🙁
18-year immunizations and those medical records that must be sent to colleges.
Last Homecoming. Last prom.
FAFSA college form…not fun! Again, you have been warned.
Designing and ordering the graduation announcements.
And many more moments that I am forgetting.
And at last graduation and move out day.
And for you….a surprise. Unexpected tears months before those milestone days arrive.
And sometimes no tears at all…even at a moment where tears are expected.
You think it is only going to happen on graduation night but I’ve got news for you mommies about facing your child’s senior year. Kind of like labor, the nine months that make up that senior school year is filled with emotion as you once again help your child to prepare to enter the world.
And this time around it is the real world, not the cozy world of a new Mother’s arms. But a world with Mommy’s arms gently pushing that baby of yours out of the nest.
I haven’t decided yet who this is hardest for, the child or the mother. I will get back to you on that, but my hunch so far is that it is harder on the Mama.
(Note – I can get back to you now! With my firstborn I found it to be harder on the Mama! That was 2016. I hope that history repeats itself in 2020 as I would rather it be harder on me than on my girl!)
Lucky for me, I was warned about this motherly phenomenon of unexpected grief and tears ALL throughout senior year over a glass of celebratory wine last summer with my gal pals, Amy and Melissa. We went to dinner to toast and cheer the big event that they had both just experienced, the graduations of their firstborns.
I sat wide eyed sipping my wine listening to their experiences. I was thinking about my firstborn, my son who had just finished his junior year in high school. I asked the gals all about the big day, the graduation. And about the day that they moved their sons to the dorms, too.
I expected tales of giant tears and tight hugs with an extra squeeze from the emotional mothers on those two big anticipated days. I didn’t think about the nine months leading up to graduation day and how much the mom feels. I figured that all happens on graduation night.
I asked the gals all about the big graduation day. How they felt. Their answers surprised me. And prepared me.
There were tears on that big day they told me, but then Amy said something that I want to share with you.
Amy gave me some insight that I hadn’t thought of before. Some of the days and months that fill the year, those nine months leading up to the big graduation (and soon after the move out day) can be more painful than the big day itself.
MORE painful. I hadn’t thought of this.
She said that senior year is the worst! In a good bittersweet and emotional way. What?! I hadn’t considered that I would be celebrating AND mourning ALL year long.
Now with my boy’s graduation day a little less than two months away, I get it. I really get it.
It has been true for me. I am so glad that Amy explained this. So, a few months later when my own unexpected tears sometimes trickled down quietly, I remembered Amy’s words. And at other times when the emotions poured out (and couldn’t always be hid from my bewildered boy), I remembered again what she had shared with me. Thank you, Amy!
Senior year is the worst! And the best! And I’m not crazy to have these see saw emotions.
It is not my crazy hormones or perimenopause.
It is normal.
And it is probably a little confusing for your kid, too. Whether or not they admit that to themselves. Or to you.
You may even notice that your child pulls away a bit more than usual and is a bit grumpy with good ol’ mom at times.
My belief (and my mommy intuition tells me, which I have come to trust after my years in this parenting gig) is that this hurtful behavior is also normal. That my child is preparing to leave the nest, so separating from Mama may be a subconscious way of preparing.
After all, as anxious as we are, it has to be somewhat scary, even for the most adventurous and confident kid. Don’t you think?! I do. Even if they don’t show that and some do, but others keep quiet about their emotions.
However, the good news is that the loving and fun moments outweigh the tough ones, as that 17 or 18-year-old does celebrate the many milestones of senior year with Mom. Well most of the time anyway.
Sometimes they want a little space. I get it.
But back to this Mom’s roller coaster emotions.
Funny thing. Some predictable moments didn’t make me tear up at all. Like the day the cap and gown pictures were taken. No tears. Not sure why, perhaps because those pictures are done right after junior year ends so it hadn’t really sunk in yet. I mean graduation was still one whole year away.
But I’ve got news for you. Senior year flies by! The fastest one yet, in my opinion.
I also didn’t cry when the boys gave their mothers flowers at the season ending Varsity golf banquet. What’s wrong with me, I thought? Why am I not tearing up?
And a big surprise is that I didn’t cry when I was called out to the ice to accept flowers from my 6’1 strapping hockey player son. Hockey had been a part of our lives with our boy since he was a little wide eyed 5-year-old.
But don’t be fooled. If this happens to you and tears don’t come at expected times, just wait because that lump in your motherly throat happens. And it happens more than once during that incredible and very busy senior year.
Because I did end up tearing up on the ice. It just wasn’t at the moment that I expected.
As soon as this formal picture was taken, he surprised me. I figured he would skate quickly away as I left the ice. But instead he took a moment to lean down, plant a kiss on me and say the best words ever.
“I love you, Mom.”
I hurried off the ice so the next mother could have her moment, but I almost choked on the lump in my throat! I didn’t see his embrace or his kiss coming and it rocked. It rocked my motherhood galaxy.
And there have been other unexpected surprise tears along the way. Just like my friends warned me about.
The first day of the new and final hockey season back in September. After 14 years of hockey, I figured I was ready to hang up my hockey mom hat this season. But the moment that I plopped that worn out old hat on my head, tears enveloped me. I didn’t see that one coming either and it took my whole family by surprise! Fortunately, I had my tears under control by the time we took this picture. Then we left for the very first game of the very last season. Yep more quiet tears as we drove there.Thank goodness Amy had warned me about this so I could reassure the family that I was OK.
It is normal because senior year is the worst. In a good way!
And more recently there was that day that I realized that it was time to email far away family the graduation plans. I kept putting off writing that email until my sweet Mother-in-law asked me about sending it out. I told her that I was excited to write it and didn’t understand why I kept delaying the email. Then I realized why and I said to her, “It is time, isn’t it?” and she softly replied yes as we both understood my quiet tears that spilled over to her end of the phone.
Happy tears and sad momma tears of putting the process of letting go into actual words that was emailed to loved ones.
Putting it in writing makes it official. Cue lump in throat.
My son asked me not to cry (and he sounded serious like it was going to maybe annoy him…pesky teenagers!) so I made sure that I didn’t shed one tear when he tried it on.
I unintentionally saved the tears for later when I went to the dry cleaners to retrieve the nicely pressed gown. Still doing just fine.
Until I placed it in his closet.
Where it sits now waiting to come out soon, very soon, to take him across the graduation stage and into the next big chapter. I didn’t see those tears coming either that hit right when the hanger hit the rack.
But time to get it under control again. The clock is ticking so quickly now.
I have left before me one last Prom picture session. Then graduation day and dorm move-in day.
Those teary moments that come and go throughout senior year have helped to slowly prepare me for the inevitable and yes, very exciting, next step of letting go. A little like labor pains, I guess.
Those unexpected senior moments helped me to prepare. Each tear cleansed my weary AND happy heart to cherish the past and embrace the future. HIS big new future.
And yes, you will feel both weary and wonderful at the same time.
Because senior year is the worst. In a good way.
You have been warned. Buy a big stock of Kleenex at Costco before senior year starts. Then keep those tissues handy and embrace it, sweet beautiful Mamas!
You earned every one of those bittersweet tears.
And back to today. I’m glad I saved this article and read again now. As my girl starts her senior year next week, I plan to really feel and really own every one of my bittersweet tears…and the smiles, too.