I'm suffering from senioritis. A term often given to seniors in high school who are "checked out" well before they are due to graduate, I am assigning to myself. While, I am fully aware that my daughter will be graduating this year, I have been procrastinating on preparations for said event.
Typically, when it comes to celebrations I'm a bit more proactive. By now I would have over pinned themes on Pinterest, created a cart for appropriate outfits on Amazon, ordered invitations, selected the location and determined my meal list.
For my third kitten's party, I was prepared in July for her September birthday. She wanted to do a cowgirl party. She, of course, had the idea and I put it all together.
The pony was my husband's idea.
For my second kitten's party for her birthday celebration in October, I was a little late getting some details down, but I knew exactly what we were going to do for her The Fault in Our Stars hotel party.
And let me just say, having any more than five guests at a 12 year-old's overnight party in a hotel is not recommended, if you want to limit the drama levels.
After that, I was relieved, to say the least, to be able to take a break from the girly themes and plan my boy's first birthday party. He's a car fan, so it seemed only right to have a car theme.
I really tried to keep his party "under control," but...
It was his first birthday! And we got an amazing deal on the corvette. #dontjudgeme
I think it's obvious, I love to plan parties for my children and that I tend to go a bit overboard (I'll own it). What's even more obvious is the source of why I haven't been motivated to plan for the events for my soon-to-be graduate.
I'm not ready. And I'm not talking about the financial or house preparation sort of way, but the "she's my baby and I can't believe she'll be starting college" sort of way. The time has gone by so incredibly fast. It's hard to accept that she's almost done with being a high school student and in four months she'll be a college student. I'm filled with so much pride for her and at the same time, I'm filled with some sadness because she's no longer my curly headed baby girl.
She's now a beautiful young adult with the whole world ahead of her. As much as I don't like it, I have to let her go to find her own way. I'll always be here to guide her. And to kick her in the pants when necessary. No, seriously, she knows I will.
So, I guess, it's time for me to get these tasks completed and make this open house just as special as my girl.
How did you handle your child's senior year?