Yesterday, the boy finished his last day of class as a high school student.
Just wow.
I spent most of the day rambling around, collecting party goods for his celebration a week from today, weed-eating around the house with my new electric weedeater (My trusty weedeater on wheels finally bit it at 17 years of age, RIP Poulan Pro Boi), and cooked a more than large amount of beans, rice, and taco fixins for game night.
But through it all I just felt this strange sense of surrealness. For so long my focus has been on being there and momming to the best of my ability. For that to be done is kinda beyond bittersweet and awesome! I have already started transitioning to the next phase of my life, enrolling in college last year and such, but still, my heart lately has been full to the brim of feelings of accomplishment and joy.
In fact, as I wandered about this morning in a bit of an exhausted post-game night fugue, it occurred to me as my gaze lit upon some of the beautiful flowers bursting forth in my yard that even as tired and worn down that I am, there is just so much beauty in finishing something that had an almost two decade long build up.
Of course, I might think differently after feeding the around 250 or so people who are going to descend upon the farm this upcoming Saturday, but as most of you all know who have read my blog for any modicum of time, I am somewhat of a glutton for existential punishment.
And what's the point of it all if you don't engage fully with existence anyway.
I might also need reminded that I said this next Saturday.
But until then, enjoy the flowers my friends.
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's lilac scented and pine pollen dusted iPhone.
