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Brody's senior year "hits different". I'm a mom who feels deeply but doesn't always show it right away, and right now, the weight of this transition is heavy. Though I'm generally strong to the point of being stubborn, seeing him step into his last year has me holding my breath. My hands-on and open parenting has always kept us close, and the hardest part of this letting go will be missing the daily "I love you momma" and knowing I can't instantly get to him if he needs me. I still carry the memory of my full-on breakdown when he first moved to the high school, scared that in just a few years he'd be beyond my immediate reach. I know countless parents feel this way, that ache of pride mixed with the terror of a closing chapter. My journey mirrors theirs, especially since he’s the last to leave. Once he’s gone, my entire identity of the last 25 years shifts, and I'm not sure how I'll find the person I once was, or who I'm supposed to be now. It’s beautiful and bittersweet; I’m excited for his future, but a resilient part of my heart will always stay a few steps behind, just holding on a little longer.

Kari & Brody