The time is now (Senior mom series)

The time is now (Senior mom series)

There are so many clichés about being a high school senior. People will say, “This is only the beginning” or “The adventure begins here.” The quotes go on and they are all the same, it’s great to be a senior. You’re leaving the nest and stretching out your wings. You’ll still depend on your parents for a few things but those will become less and less until at last, you’re your very own person. It’s exciting and scary, and new and different. But, mostly exciting. 

Unless, of course, you’re the mom. I’m not one of those moms who has awful kids and can’t wait to kick them out the door. These kids are great. All of them. But for now, I’m going to focus on the oldest, because alas…the adventure begins here.

Madelyn hasn’t always been easy. Matter of fact she was a difficult baby. She cried a lot. She wanted to watch TV in the middle of the night and I was so sleep deprived, I’d let her. That’s before she was even 1! I wasn’t the worst new mom, but I wasn’t winning any awards. She saw herself as my equal from very early on. By the time her first sister was born she surely felt like we were co-parenting. At the age of 2 she stripped her previously sleeping 4 week old sister down and was attempting to change her entire outfit, diaper and all, while I showered. Once baby Emma was big enough to play on the floor Madelyn would drag her by the ankles out of my sight to change her clothes. By the time Emma was one and a half and I was pregnant yet again, Madelyn took it upon herself to potty train her sister, which of course required removing all her clothes, every time. I guess she saw being a mom as a lot of changing clothes. She would brush Emma’s teeth and even taught Emma how to climb out of her crib. Once when she was about 4 Madelyn loaded the dishwasher herself and started it with regular dish soap instead of dishwasher detergent. It was a bubbly mess, which we of course played in. By the time she was 9 I was bringing home sister number 3 and Madelyn started babysitting before her 10th birthday. She would be caring for other people’s children at 11. I’m pretty sure she has felt the burden of raising children since that first sister was born when she was 2. Thus is the life of the oldest girl. We used to have a lot of conflict until she realized she was one of the kids too and not here solely to be mommy #2. I know I gave her a lot of responsibility also, she didn’t just take it all on her self. I needed her help and she was willing and able, but that made her, for a time, feel like she was in competition with me. We worked that all out by the time she was about 9 or 10 (about the time she did mini cheer) and it’s been pretty smooth sailing ever since. When she was 11 she started CYT and that gave me time with her away from her sisters for a while. I spent hours upon hours curling her hair, driving her to rehearsal and volunteering at shows. It gave us something that was ours and was really one of the best things to happen to us. She really started to shine there, she fell in love with performing and made great forever friends. After homeschooling most of her elementary years she went to high school at the Classical School and it seemed then things had changed forever. It was sad for her to be gone all day but CSW was the best educational decision we could have made for her. She was challenged more than I could have challenged her at home and she was exposed to a new way of thinking that I didn’t feel like I could offer her. Travel has been a highlight of her high school career. Even as I write this she’s in a different time zone. ICTFlight Showchoir brought her out of her shell and helped her sharpen her performance skills, leadership skills and voice talent. I don’t think her high school experience would have been as rich with out that group. 


So, now, here we are at the beginning…but I feel like it is the end. I’m not sure how quickly things will change but only that they will. She’ll be moving away in August and the thought of it pains me. For 9 months out of the year my sunshine will be in a different state. She’s my sweetheart, my cuddly kid, she calms me down when I’m irritated and that dimple can make me smile no matter how frustrated I am. She’s funny, smart, loves Jesus and is a delight to be around.

I want to go to all the moms I see holding little babies and say “Don’t get too attached.”

It’s like postpartum depression. Everyone experiences it and very few people talk about it. It’s like it’s not ok. Is it ridiculous that I’m sad my kid is leaving me that she’s never going to be a kid again? I won’t come home to her backpack contents, and uniform pieces strewn about the kitchen. I won’t trip over her shoes. I won’t have to complain about her music being too loud or that she hasn’t washed her laundry. Her room will be left neat and tidy with only the non-important things left behind. I will feel like one of those things, I’m too big to pack, and quite unnecessary, plus it would be weird.

I want to say that this really kind of sucks. I have to be happy, and I am…I really am. I know it’s the right thing and I’m happy for her, but I’m sad for me. I’m sad I’m not a young mom any more. I’m sad I don’t have car seats and sippy cups. I’m sad that though for her this is the beginning for me it feels like an end.

That had to be said. You have to know that. When you look at your little kid and they are so frustrating, they don’t listen and you feel like you can’t reach them…keep trying. You want to have the kid that you cry about when they leave. You want that to be your kid. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want my kids to break my heart. I want them to be the kind of person people want to be around, not just that I want to be around but someone you would enjoy.

With all of that, here’s the big reveal. My sweet Madelyn competed for and was awarded a full tuition scholarship to Covenant College in Lookout Mountain, Georgia, near the Georgia, Tennessee state line. (It’s called the Maclellan Scholarship.) We are so blessed that she was offered this scholarship, I just know she’s going to thrive there! 

She graduates next month, the summer will fly by and my girl will move away. She’ll do amazing things.

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  • Dana Wear

    April 11, 2017 at 6:28 am Reply

    Such a beautiful walk through the years with your first born! I loved reading it and shared many of your thoughts and feelings, as I remembered taking that same walk, years ago with my kids! You truly have a gift!

  • Rebecca Scroggins

    April 11, 2017 at 8:57 am Reply

    Love your words Carrie! It is definitely a bittersweet time. What a great job you an Luke have done raising Madelyn! You have giving her wings to fly!

  • Sheryl McCoskey-Woods

    April 11, 2017 at 10:00 am Reply

    Beautifully said Carrie, I know the tears must have been falling during the writing of this, I felt your pain, sadness, happiness and pure Love. Have been there done that three times, I wished I couldt say it gets a little easier with each new child leaving. But rejoice in knowing they never really go away, they will always need you!

  • Nichole Espitia

    April 11, 2017 at 3:05 pm Reply

    I’m going to cry. I already have those feelings and I have 2 years left. I’m so happy she got a scholarship. What a wonderful blessing. Such a pretty place to live as well.

  • Anne Catlin

    April 11, 2017 at 6:18 pm Reply

    Carrie, I enjoyed reading this so much! It came from your heart and I really enjoyed it. Tears and laughter – nothing better! Love you❤️

  • Kari McCune

    April 12, 2017 at 10:43 am Reply

    Ah, the bittersweet senior year. I remember it well. I was thrilled when Thomas achieved his dreams and milestones, but sad that each achievement took him farther and farther away from home. Madelyn is beautiful, brilliant, and kind. She will achieve and you will survive. The future will be different but no less special. Congratulations to you all!

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