A Freight Train

Dear Friends,

Sometimes emotions hit us at unexpected times in unexpected places, right?

As some of you know, my older kiddo is in his freshman year of college.  My younger is in the midst of figuring out where he is going to go to college this coming school year…it’s been a lot, these past two years of applications, stress, change, excitement.  It has been a lot.

I feel like I did a lot of processing in the months leading up to my older son’s senior year of high school and scattered throughout the year…there was, in fact, a lot to think about and process.  Even so, I feel like I have done less so this year in terms of processing.  I wonder if the fact that I did all that processing last year, I felt all those emotions a few short months ago made it so those emotions already felt processed, familiar, like I knew how and what I would feel during this time.

Well, last weekend my boy got an acceptance letter the day before I taught a prenatal class…and let me tell you my friends, walking into that room full of beautiful expecting mamas, those emotions that I thought I had already processed hit me like a freight train.  It was staggering, the emotional weight of that college acceptance coupled with those beautiful mamas just starting their motherhood journey…absolutely staggering.  I had no idea, I had zero idea I would be so emotionally affected by the dichotomy of our different spaces and places in life…the starting and the ending.  I know, I know, it never really ends, this parenting journey, but it does change, as it should.

My dear friend, there are times when we just get hit by unexpected emotions…and the best we can do is hold on, breathe through them, recognize they are happening, and sometimes…well, sometimes cry in the middle of teaching a prenatal class…and all those reactions are just fine, my friend, they are just fine.

Have an amazing week.

Love
Krista