The first full week of high school for my eldest daughter is officially in the books—and I’ll be honest, I didn’t survive without shedding some tears. One night, after dropping her off at Flag Football practice from 6–9pm (after already being gone from 8–4), I sat in the car asking myself: how is this possible? My baby, my little girl, suddenly has a life that keeps her away more than she’s home.
On that drive home, I wondered—does she feel it too? Does she notice the distance? Does she miss me the way I miss her? Maybe I’m overreacting, but the emotions were real, raw, and overwhelming 😢.
That’s when I realized—I need an outlet. A place to pour out the bittersweet mix of pride and heartache that comes with raising teens. So, I decided to start this blog.
This is the beginning of The High School Years—navigating the milestones, the chaos, the growing pains, and the quiet moments in between. Stick around, because this is just week one.
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