This has possibly been the most emotional and stressful two weeks of my life. There have been many stressful times before (I am certainly not living a Disney fairytale), but lately I’ve worried more than I can ever remember. My youngest son was in his senior year of high school, a time of stress and emotion for most Moms, but his graduation was not guaranteed. I was in the trenches with him every day, developing strategies, making calls and sending emails to teachers and administrators, pushing toward the finish line.
I’ve always felt that being a single Mom has it perks. I don’t have to discuss a rule change (for my house) with anyone, which means I can use my own logic. I don’t have to split my time between my son and a partner, which led to a spoiled son. We didn’t have to worry about anyone but the two of us when making decisions, this was great when it was time for fun stuff and vacations. There were of course challenges too. I had to be the bad cop, sometimes a lot. It required awkward and frequently frustrating conversations with his Dad. It also meant that I was solo for nearly every event.
Recently I went to an appointment at a high school about 30 miles away. As I was coming down the street I had a flashback of driving there for football and basketball scrimmages. This triggered a wave of emotion thinking about all of the things I went to Alone. I traveled solo with my Mom supply bag and stadium chair ready to go. I would carry all of my stuff, pay my own way in, get a Diet Mtn Dew and some sort of snack and then make my way to the stands to hopefully find an open spot near someone ‘good’. If not I’d find an obscure seat on the fringe. Being on my own in this way left a crushing void sometimes. I spent 4 years dedicated to whatever he was doing, always there to cheer him and the team on. I also spent those 4 years reconciling that it was ok to be there alone and that I didn’t need someone by my side to enjoy the experience. Afterwards I’d find him, get a hug and give him some sort of positive message. He always made sure to hug me, indulged me with a selfie, and never worried about being embarrassed. He always made me proud for his effort and dedication. It was our thing, what we did.
Today I made that final drive, alone. I left the Mom supply bag at home, but was armed with kleenex. I walked in head held high because we almost didn’t make it……but WE DID! Afterwards I found him and got a big hug, but this time we had a full on photo session outside with family. The picture of the two of us brings me the most joy and makes me PROUD.
I am obviously Proud of Him for getting to the finish line and winning the race. Graduating is a huge win! He is a great kid that is so smart he doesn’t want to follow the guidelines of standardized education. It took him until the second half of his senior year to realize that sometimes you have to play the game so you can stop playing the game and move onto something else. But there he is handsome in his cap and gown because he put in the work.
I am also Proud of Myself when I look at this picture. Although I am nowhere near my goals I still feel great. My clothes fit better and I look much better than a year ago. Also, throughout this very stressful couple of weeks I had 2 trainer sessions and 4 HIIT class workouts plus a solo workout. I have quit Diet Mtn Dew and drink over 40 oz of water a day, even on stressful days like today. And even though I had a piece of graduation cake today, I drank a water with it. A little give and take. I am proud of myself for not putting aside what is important to me because of the stress and chaos going on in my world.

Today I had my weekly 30 minute session with the personal trainer. It was INTENSE! I never say no and she is definitely pushing me. Which is the way it should be, the way I want it……Right? We did the ISO Hammer Row, walking lunges, pushups, curl press, and two twisted pieces of torture I thought she may have made up. One she called ‘Plank Jacks’ which I told her I was going to Google and Yep it’s a real thing. Can you say increased heart rate? The other was jumping squats, you know because squats aren’t hard enough without blending two together with jumps in between and ‘MAM please do them in a fluid motion without stopping’. They were by far the toughest thing I’ve done.