This is supposed to be a humor blog. And it still is. But right now, I feel like poor Nick Lachey when he wrote all those sappy heartbreak songs after his break-up with Jessica Simpson. (I would have avoided that era altogether, but my girls loved those songs at the time.)
I’ve been a crazy, sentimental, downright emotional basket of tears for at least a month, and I feel the need to write about it. And to find some humor in it.
I guess the humor is that I have no real reason to cry, yet the slightest thing seems to set me off lately. And no, I’m not going through the sordid “change”. I guess I’m just a sentimental lady (pause for some flashback humor).
Aside from Bob Welch, let me preface this by saying why I find myself in such a ridiculous state. My oldest girl is graduating from high school this Saturday. I had no idea what a roller coaster ride senior year would be. Everything is about “the last this” or “the last that”. We had several year-end soccer parties, a state play-off that ended way earlier than it should have (and I’m still ticked off at those ref’s), prom, senior pictures, the trying on of the gown, graduation parties, church parties for the senior…the list goes on and on. Way too many sentimental events for a sentimental lady to handle.
And today, my younger daughter had her middle school graduation. Another milestone, because in a couple of months she enters the world of high school. That’s a big difference. A monumental event for a mother. She went through confirmation this year at the church–yet another big occasion. And she turned 14 recently. For some reason, that seems so much more mature than 13 to me. She’s now talking about driving…when she can get her permit, her restricted license, her permanent license. She will hate me for writing this, but my mind (and now my blog) says “not my baby, not yet!”
