In just a few days, my son will don his cap and gown and graduate from high school. It feels like just yesterday that I was asking myself, “Where has the time gone?” But I know precisely where those years have gone:
They were spent in the middle of night feedings and long nights spent caring for him when he was sick. They went into countless cuddles and the aroma of grilled cheese sandwiches. I devoted time to school events, parent-teacher meetings, and relearning everything from math concepts to history facts.
Those years included playful pumpkin carving and spontaneous water balloon fights, decorating Easter eggs, and magical Christmas mornings. They were filled with muddy slip-and-slide adventures, endless laundry, and dishes piled high in the sink. I heard his name called a million times in quick succession and endured the piercing notes of a saxophone. There were moments of discipline and moments of celebration on the ballfield, where he spent hours memorizing play lines.
Facing Challenges Together
Then came the challenges. We faced doctor visits, MRIs, and CT scans. IEPs and 504 plans became part of our vocabulary, along with a parade of specialists and clinical trials. We tried various medications, battling side effects like short-term memory loss. I learned what Tourette syndrome truly meant, far removed from the fictional portrayals often seen in media.
We navigated new experiences, the first time he showed his tics in public, his first in-home instruction, and eventually, his return to school. I struggled with knowing when to push him and when to ease off. There were tears shed in private moments, while I wrestled with feelings of helplessness.
This journey taught us to ignore the noises and movements that instinctually prompt a parent to intervene. I discovered what it meant to be an advocate for my son, knowing when to protect him and when to let him stand on his own. We endured unexpected calls from school, unplanned absences, and each day was a hope that the sadness in his eyes would fade. I approached closed doors with a sense of dread, fearing the silence might indicate trouble.
We lost some friends along the way but found others who understood, who embraced him for who he is. It became essential to accept support from those around us—teachers and administrators who listened and stood by us, guiding us through the ups and downs, leading us to a new normal.
Milestones and Growth
As time passed, we celebrated band concerts, competitions, and even Comic Con. He experienced new milestones like going to the movies for the first time and taking the wheel behind the car. We faced setbacks, but he learned to manage his own meetings. There was a shift as he began to assert his independence, telling me to stop hovering, to stop worrying about his well-being. Laughter returned, and I began to see the spark back in his eyes. I watched him confidently walk through a store, embracing his tics without a care.
So, as my son prepares to graduate, I have a clear picture of where these years have gone. They have led him to this moment, ready to step across the stage and receive his diploma, poised to embark on his college journey as a self-assured young man.
I remember vividly his first day of kindergarten, how he stood there in his little shorts and first backpack. As I bent down to walk him in, he turned to me, raised his small hand, and said, “Mom, I got this.” The words may differ, but the sentiment remains unchanged: he’s ready, and I couldn’t be prouder of the person he has become.
None of this would have been possible without the love and support of countless individuals. A simple “thank you” hardly captures my gratitude.
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In summary, my son’s journey to graduation has been filled with challenges and triumphs, underscored by love and support from family and friends. As he prepares for this next chapter, I’m filled with pride and anticipation for the future that awaits him.