A New Chapter: Getting My Son Ready for High School

It feels like just yesterday I was holding his chubby baby hand as we walked through the doors of his first preschool class. Now, that same little boy—my only son, my heart—is getting ready to head to high school. High school! I can barely believe it. He’s practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, while I’m over here quietly (okay, maybe not so quietly) trying to hold back the tears.

He’s been planning this transition for months, and I’ve been his proud cheerleader every step of the way. There are many choices for High School in our area and he is determined to make a fresh start at a school away from most of his current friends!  It’s a great school, one that I would also have chosen but I have loved seeing his decision-making process. He’s ready for the adventure, the independence, and even the challenges. And me? Well, I’m trying to savor these fleeting moments and not let my nervous energy overshadow his joy.

The truth is, as a mom, it’s hard not to feel a tug of worry. Will he make friends? Will he be happy? Will he remember to eat lunch? I know he’s more than capable, but letting go, even just a little, is easier said than done. Still, I remind myself that this is his time to grow, to discover who he is, and to create memories he’ll cherish forever.

So, I’m making a promise to myself: I’ll enjoy the back-to-school shopping trips, the endless chatter about his new friends, favorite classes, and even the early mornings spent making breakfast before we rush out the door. This chapter is as much about me growing as it is about him.

He keeps telling me, “Don’t worry, Mom—I’ve got this.” And deep down, I know he does. After all, he’s already grown into a young man I couldn’t be prouder of.

Here’s to a year of firsts, growth, and maybe a few tears (just mine, of course). We’ve got this.