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Parenting Teenagers – My First Born is a Senior in High School!

Parenting Teenagers - My First Born is a Senior in High School!

Parenting Teenagers – Teenagers And Letting Go. My first born is a senior in High School! As we spent the last few weeks getting ready for our kids to go back to school, it was all about the excitement of it. They were excited to go back. Honestly, so were we. But at the same time, we miss them being home. How long that excitement for them lasts will be another story. I imagine it won’t be long before I have to fight with them to get out of bed in the morning. And I was right. I had to fight with one of them just this morning. Parenting teenagers can sometimes be rough.

They all went back to school last Thursday. My first and second born teens got on the first bus. That was at 6:14 am. Our youngest left on the bus almost 2 hours later.

I was used to them being home all summer. It was quiet and I had no idea what to do with myself. You would think I would be used to that by now. I mean, three kids whom all have been through Kindergarten. I have been through so many first days. Our youngest started 4th grade. Our middle kiddo started 7th grade. But then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Our daughter went off to high school as a Senior.

My first born is a Senior in High School.

What? How could this be? I lost it. I totally lost it. There were tears when she started Kindergarten. But this was different.

I just saw her off that morning for her last first day.

When she started Kindergarten (well, when they all did) there was something I never really thought about until after looking back and thinking about it. Letting go of them so they could enter Kindergarten may have been hard to do but there was still something we had.

We still had time.

We had 12 years of school to get through. Now one of them only has one year to go. One year before she starts her life as an adult and goes to college if she chooses.

My first born is a Senior in High School.

I remember her first day of Kindergarten like it was yesterday. She was a nervous wreck. I could see the fear in her eyes as we walked to school that morning. I was expecting there to be tears. When we got there, she finally stopped squeezing my hand after she saw her teacher. She walked around her classroom and got to her little seat at her little table and then looked at me and said. “I’m okay mom, I’ll see you later!”. After the nerves and her gripping my hand so tight all the way to school, I knew in that moment she was going to be okay. It was hard to let go of that 5 year old. As I walked out of her classroom and started walking back home, I was so thankful my tears didn’t fall until then. I still had no idea what it was going to be like parenting teenagers.

Time is a funny thing.

My first born is a Senior in High School.

In those moments, it’s not something you really think about. It’s when you think back that you realize that time is short.

Twelve years we have watched this 5 year old turn into this beautiful 18 year old young adult.

In Kindergarten we had My Little Pony and Carebear backpacks and lunchboxes. In high school we were asked, “Can I get some lunch money?” School lunch was the way to go by then. In Kindergarten throughout elementary school, we had parent teacher conferences, parent/teacher communication about assignments, and knew every teacher by first and last name. By high school, assignments were her own responsibility. I was lucky to remember just 2 or 3 teachers throughout high school. There are so many. Class parties, chaperoning zoo field trips, and helping in the classroom turned into hanging out with friends and curfews. Arts and crafts with glue and glitter turned into projects with powerpoint and public speaking.

Now we have Senior year. One year before she starts her new beginning.

My first born is a Senior in High School.  

I thought Kindergarten was hard. One year before she leaves home. One year before she starts adulthood. No more first days. I know we raised her right. We raised her to be an independent, respectful, and responsible adult. That’s what parents are supposed to do, right? How weird is it knowing you raised and prepared your kids for adulthood and still doesn’t make it feel easier? Parenting teenagers can make you feel strange sometimes.

I see the little girl I let go off to school at 5 years old now become a young woman. This is it. This is what we prepared her for. One year to go, one day at a time.

My first born is a Senior in High School.

Cherish Kindergarten. Cherish first grade. And cherish second, third and fourth grade because eventually those first days run out.

I am smiling, I am smiling because we raised this Senior and I feel pretty darn good about it.

I am ready for you, Senior year.

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About Nicole Anderson

My name is Nicole and I write DustinNikki Mommy of Three. I enjoy writing product reviews and hosting giveaways. I have been married to my high school sweetheart for 20 years and we have three kids. When I am not terribly busy running someone to band or soccer practices, I find some time to write. I also like to write about my kids, family and life. My family enjoys the outdoors - hiking, canoeing, and exploring things we haven't seen or been before. Thanks for stopping by and checking out my blog!
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