Eldest son graduated from high school this week after a fast-and-furious paced couple of years (literally, he is a true fan of the movie).
Following the time honored tradition of using the high school years to broaden his horizons experientially, he really savored the banquet of life-- if you get my drift.
Being the brilliant, good-natured, humorous being he is, he emerged wiser and kinder and funnier and intact, except for going completely deaf in one ear due to a freak case of viral labrynthitis his freshman year...
As a family, we have been graduating by degrees right along with him. And now, as their older brother transitions to college, his younger siblings are leaving the comfort of their hometown schools for new schools and new friends, even though they both have a year left before one transitions from elementary to junior high, the other from junior high to high school.
Not far behind, I high-dived into the graduate pool by leaving my current job of two years--the first out of home job since leaving a 19-year stint as stay-at-home-mom. Which I commemorated by cutting my hair. Because it was either that or start dating again and you may as well suggest I start pole dancing if you think I'm going there.
Yet, as the kids head off to their dad's for a month of paternal bonding, a world of possibility is unfolding for a woman who tethers herself pretty tightly to her children as her world. And noticing that worry is NOT the number one beauty secret in the world.