Today our last two children graduate from high school. Last Thursday was my last, last day of school. One day last week, I made my last school lunch. Lots of endings around here.
The funny thing is, though, thinking about all those lasts doesn’t generate my tears. What shatters me is the kind observations that people share about our sons. A teacher’s compliments for not only their academic achievements but also for their treatment of classmates, a coach’s comments about their work ethic, their youth pastor’s remarks about their leadership skills and commitment to God, a thank you note from a peer for help with a sports skill, and sweet, heartfelt messages from friends in their yearbooks.
It reminds me that next fall, I won’t be the only one missing them.
Lane and Quinn have become spectacular young men. I’m so proud of them, but more than that I’m grateful to God that He chose me to be their mother.
Congratulations, boys! Good job.
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