Out of order

My oldest kid is a college student now, and I’m the worst blogging mom in the world, because like so many of our big family moments in recent years, I let this one slip by with maybe a photo on instagram to mark the occasion. I just lost the writing mojo for a long time there. I’m not sure I’ll find it easily again, but I’m determined to try. Can’t be that hard, given I literally have years of milestones and memories to write about. ┬áIt’s an embarrassment of blogging riches, just waiting to happen!

So, my first baby, my 18 year old (oh year, that happened too) is at the JC this year, after graduating in June. When my kids were little, I imagined graduation as something Significant and Major, and I guess it was. I mean, look at us, we even took a selfie to celebrate the moment. We had a cake, too. I didn’t completely phone it in (although the cake was for my youngest’s 8th grade graduation, my husband’s 49th birthday AND my oldest’s graduation, so they all had to share.)

We also screamed “WOOOO!” when her name was called and she walked across the stage, which is our standard family response to any accolades. We keep threatening to plan out a dance or elaborate hand jive to further mark special occasions (and possibly scar our children for life) but we’re all talk.

Instead of some sort of dawning of a new adult life, her post-high-school life has evolved to spending hours online running her World of Warcraft guild, eating ramen and Hot Pockets in protest of my new low-carb menus, and riding the city bus back and forth to school, since she’s still not driving. She always has some hilarious anecdote about her experiences with her fellow public-transit riders. She even came home with a greeting card that she was given by a woman that declared them BFFs. She had not seen this woman before, and has not seen her since, but as I explained, sometimes you can just have that instant, soul-deep connection with someone. She blew that theory up though, because apparently all 20 people waiting for the #6 bus got the same card. SO MUCH FOR BEING SPECIAL.

Maybe things would feel more monumental if she was at a four-year school. In any case, I’m thrilled to have her home for a few more years. Maybe when she transfers (if she transfers far enough away that living at home is impractical) we’ll recognize her Big Transition.