School started last week and it’s been full throttle since. Not only did my youngest J start his senior year (wait, what?), but his season for competition soccer also kicked off. Unfortunately for me, my baby doesn’t like taking pictures, so I don’t have any to commemorate the day.

It’s been somewhat of a journey for both of us to get here. Up until his sophomore year, J was homeschooled. That meant that my days were filled with lesson plans, executing those lessons and making sure he was on task. And then he decided he wanted to attend public school with his friends (here in Utah, 9th grade/Freshmen are considered middle schoolers), and play high school soccer. I’ve always let my kids take charge of their education while homeschooling, so this wasn’t any different.

His sophomore year was a huge adjustment for J. It was just a different learning environment for him, but he adapted. He came out of that first year relatively unscathed, but he survived and even made the Honor Roll for the last half of the school year.

I, on the other hand, was a bit lost. With my last child now in public school, my days were freed up. I mean, I still did housework and I no longer felt guilty when I had to lay down because of a Fibromyalgia flare up, but I didn’t know what to do with myself. And, if I’m honest, I still don’t know what to do with myself.

But, here we are, starting the last year of high school for my last child. He’s on track for graduation, so now I can focus how sad I feel because time has flown by and my baby’s not a baby anymore, yada yada yada.

Time really has flown by and now he’s in a different season of life. And, so am I. I’m still figuring out what to do with myself now that I’m not a homeschooling mom, but for now, I’m going to settle in for the adventure that is J’s senior year.

Have a great senior year, son!