Had to share this for those of you who are where I am and those of you who don't believe you will ever be here! My son is a senior in high school this year, part of the starting five for the varsity basketball team. He has been playing basketball seriously since he was 4 years old, he's nearly 18 now. His team (the underdogs) has won two post season games and we are on our way to state quarterfinals tomorrow night! I haven't missed a game but each time could be his very last game ever and it's such an odd feeling- he has already said he does not want to play in college because he isn't that tall (6'1"), isn't going to school on a sports scholarship and needs to take all the time he can to work his way through college and keep up the grades for his goal of medical school. My "mommy" eyes are trying so hard to remember every minute, from watching him stand for the national anthem and be the only guy with his hand over his heart rather than behind his back (all those years of cub scouts paid off) to watching him get the final rebound and win the game.
If we win tomorrow night it will be a miracle, so once again I am braced for it to be all over. Just had to share all those older moms were right, it goes oh so fast!