Life Without Mother

Dear Mom,

Graduation is 48 hours away! What? I’m almost an adult? I’m about to be banished from kid-dom?!? It’s moments like these where I just want to say “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up a second. And then hold for like four years.” Actually, back up four years and then hold. Because I don’t know if I’m ready to be an adult and do those adultish things like–well, like having responsibilities, getting up on time, making my own choices. Then again, you and Dad almost always gave us the responsibility of making our own choices, never completely taking over our lives. Sometimes I really hated that. I just wanted you two to just say, “do this” or “do that” rather than giving me the freedom. Half of the time I didn’t even want freedom! Well, I guess all that early on decision making has at least prepared me somewhat…
I have graduation practice in just a few minutes so I’ll have to pause in my writing this but there was this compelling desire to write to you. I guess kind of like in previous letters where I mentioned our little chats and talks–this would have been one of those times. Nobody else is here (except maybe Grannette–honestly I don’t even know right now, hah) so I would have been talking to you as I ate a snack or something. Talking about how this year has flown. How my childhood has flown. And how it’s been the best childhood of my life. Haha, I guess a more qualitative way of saying that would be it was the best childhood I could have had. Because I’ve only had one. Oops. Obviously I’m kind of tired (it’s 3 o’clock, my usual nap time) because I’m not quite thinking straight…
I better head over to the school now for practice. I love you, Mom!

Your daughter,
Hannah

(P.S. I am not looking forward to this practice at all. I feel it will be very sit around-ish and maybe will get done quicker than expected. I hope and pray it does.)