As my oldest child, Alex, approaches the end of senior year, I find myself reflecting on all the moments that have led us to this point. Transitioning him to college across the country is an emotional journey, and there are countless thoughts I wish to express. Time is slipping away, and I want to ensure my sentiments are shared.
First and foremost, my pride for you is immeasurable. Together, we navigated the ups and downs of high school, from acceptance letters to rejections, ultimately discovering the right path forward. You’re at the peak of your high school experience, and while I’m filled with nostalgia, I can’t help but wonder how the last few years flew by so quickly.
I remember the joy on your face when you received your acceptance to St. Joseph Academy, one of those prestigious schools making headlines now. You weren’t a legacy, and we didn’t contribute a large donation; you simply worked hard for it. From test prep to gathering recommendations, your effort shone through. I’ll always cherish that moment.
Then came the unexpected news of my health diagnosis. I regret not being there for you during freshman orientation or taking you for ice cream after your first day. Watching you face the challenges of high school while trying to be strong for me was heartbreaking. It took great strength for you to push through those vulnerable moments, and that resilience is something I deeply admire.
Junior year was a whirlwind—filled with ACT or SAT prep, college visits, and endless assignments. Juggling school with being a new driver in Los Angeles traffic was no easy feat. I tried to support you through it all, and somehow, we emerged from that chaos.
Now, as we race toward graduation, I’ve seen you transform from an awkward teenager into a confident, compassionate young man. Senior year is flying by with prom just around the corner (you looked absolutely dapper, by the way), and the infamous senioritis is real.
Describing a mother’s love is challenging. From the moment I held you, joy filled my heart in a way I never knew was possible. Seeing you grow—your strong shoulders and mature demeanor—fills me with pride. It’s a shared journey; you have taught me about unconditional love, patience (I’m still working on that!), and sacrifice.
Now is the time for celebration. Let’s cherish every moment we have left together and set aside the trivial worries. The world awaits you—travel, explore, and embrace your newfound freedom. This is a unique time in your life, so spread your wings and make the most of it.
Of course, I’m going to miss you immensely when you head to college. You embody everything a mother dreams of in a son. I can already anticipate the emotional moments ahead, and yes, there will be tears—tears of pride, nostalgia, and excitement for your future.
I’m not sad; rather, I’m embracing this natural progression of life. I’m proud of you and humbled by your strength. The years I thought I would have with you as my child were a naive expectation. Parenting is an everlasting journey that simply evolves. I’ll always be your mom, with my heart forever connected to yours.
I love you, and the best is still ahead.
Love,
Your Biggest Fan,
Mom