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Welcome, friend! I’m so glad you’re here!

Shalene Roberts
Family · Intentional Motherhood

Eight More Weeks

It comes in waves. Sometimes I’m excited for the next step. This phase after the senior year. I see his anticipation for what lies ahead. The opportunities. The growth. The change.

And then something will spark a shift, and it all comes crashing down.

An e mail from a college.
A graduation reminder.
A date on the calendar.

I was putting our girls down for bed last night when my phone dinged. I glanced at it:
“8 more weeks.” That was all it said. It didn’t need to say more. I knew immediately.

I opened the text, and a picture flashed before my eyes. Two boys. Easy-going. Grins alight on their faces. One has his arm slung around the other. They look like they have the whole world before them. In truth, they do. It’s their senior year, and so much lies ahead.

And I can’t look at it without crying.

For twelve years these two have been best friends. Since first grade, they’ve shouldered one another’s burdens and shared their joys. They’ve walked the same school halls and trudged through the same tests. They’ve supported each other on the basketball court and backed one another up on the baseball field. As iron sharpens iron, their lives have been shaped by one another.

And in just eight weeks, that chapter closes.

I want to bottle every moment between now and then. Grab hold of time and will it to slow down. I need to catch my breath. I need to figure out how to carry something that feels like both sadness and joy in equal measure. I don’t know how to hold that.

But maybe that’s just it … maybe I can’t hold it. Maybe this has always been about surrender.
This motherhood role.
These kids.
This beautiful, bittersweet moment.
This right next step.
This ending.
This new beginning.
This heartache.
This joy.

Truth be told, I’ve always known that. But right now I feel it more keenly than ever. Eight more weeks.

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In just three week, these kids who i love with my In just three week, these kids who i love with my whole heart will walk across a stage. They will accept a diploma, shake a hand and move a tassel from one side of a graduation cap to a next. Every single one of them is bound for a beautiful, bright future, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Lord will bless them and go before them. Their friendships have been the richest blessing in my son’s life. So how am I supposed to say goodbye? 

Thirteen years to 3 weeks has give by in the blink of an eye. 

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It all ended last night. A decade and a half of sp It all ended last night. A decade and a half of spring seasons spent beneath the Texas sun atop a red dirt diamond ended in one final out. When they’re younger and the years stretch before you, time feels luxurious. You think you have so many games left. And then you blink, and they’re a senior. And suddenly they’re playing in their last play off game. 

It ends in the blink of an eye. And no one can prepare you for the heartbreak of it. I’m so proud of him and the way he finished well, but I will miss these years immensely.

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Tonight I watched him step up to the plate for the Tonight I watched him step up to the plate for the last time. Play offs. Single elimination. Down by 1. Last inning. Two outs. And the batting line up just happened to fall to him.

Nothing prepares you for that.

He took a breath. The weight of an entire lifetime spent in red dirt hinging on this moment. He set his face like flint to that pitcher. The ball left the glove, and he swung. 

Strike one. 

He stepped away. Reset. Tapped the base. Then set himself once more. He swung, hit a line drive and sprinted headlong towards the base, setting his foot atop it just a fraction of a second after the first baseman caught the ball.

The final out. 

Nearly 15 years of our lives ended beneath stormy skies on that Dallas baseball field tonight. We’ve spent every spring since he was old enough to hit a ball sitting along a baseline. And it all came to a final conclusion in one out.

I asked him later what it was like with that pressure. The weight of it all on his shoulders. He told me he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. “I wouldn’t have wanted one of the younger players to have had to step into that,” he said. 

Several years ago, a finale like that would have crushed him. Tonight, he saw the challenge, rose to it, and left with his head held high despite defeat. 

I wish we had another game, another season, another victory. All these last senior milestones have a way of ripping your heart right out. But in the end, who I’ve watched my son become through a decade and a half on the baseball diamond is even better than winning.

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No one can prepare you for this, this ebbing and f No one can prepare you for this, this ebbing and flowing of emotions, this elation mixed with sorrow. Senior year. District playoffs. Single elimination. There is no next season. And the ache of that realization is desperately hard. 

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Twelve years and what feels like the length of an Twelve years and what feels like the length of an entire lifetime ends in just three and a half weeks. 

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