06/05/2026
For months, people have been asking me how I was doing with Brennon graduating this year. Honestly, I’ve been so excited about all the opportunities ahead of him that I don’t think I fully realized the heartbreak that was coming…until these past two weeks.
It has started hitting me in random moments. Crying out of nowhere. Getting a lump in my throat when I come across old pictures or talk about the things he used to do when he was little. It's the realizing that he isn’t little anymore.
He doesn’t need me to call him out of class. He doesn’t need me to excuse his absences. There are no more permission slips, no more conferences, no more school drop-offs that feel routine and endless.
He’s not little anymore. He’s a man.
He seemed to know how much I was struggling, so last night he asked me if I wanted to drive him to school for his last day. I scrambled to move a few things around in my schedule this morning just so I could make it happen.
One of the things I used to say I HAD to do, I GOT to do today, for his last day. My aching momma heart is full.
