Not to brag or anything, but I made it through last week. This is an achievement for me because right smack in the middle of the week I was sideswiped by piles of emotion. Not only was it surprising, it was also unexpected and sudden. And it was tough. By ‘tough’, I mean since I didn’t expect the level of emotional turmoil, I wasn’t prepared. And by ‘not prepared’ I mean I’m not a boy scout, so how could I be?

Remember when I mentioned that Isaac had three weeks left in his high school career and Jake was three weeks away from the midway point of his college years? Last week brought that countdown to zero. Remember which child is trying to bring us within dollars of the family cap on our insurance? Although last week’s appointments will undoubtedly add place values to our deductible, it was the diagnosis that felt ruinously exorbitant. 

Despite the prestigious name, at James Way Academy, most of your K-12 years go by with little fanfare. There is no Kindergarten graduation ceremony where you don an adult-sized shirt with the year of your twelfth grade grad date emblazoned on the front. There is no stepping up ceremony for a fifth grader entering middle school. There isn’t even a fun, first-day-of-school themed breakfast in August or a last day of school movie marathon with candy from your teacher and piles of returned school work to take back to your mother who actually just handed it to you, and that’s why the desk is covered in papers and the next transcript isn’t put together yet, but I have all summer for that and this part wasn’t really supposed to be about my shortcomings, so we’re going to have a graduation ceremony for Isaac later, okay??

All that to say I was shocked by sentiment regarding Isaac’s last days of high school. We all know that if you blink, you miss it. It is such a strangely oxymoronic thought: you were present for the whole thing, yet you turn into a puddle of mush at the idea of all that’s done and gone. While I often pine for the earlier years, it has been wonderful and hard and messy and awesome to see Isaac develop into the young man that he is today.  In not much more time, we will be launching our second arrow, but you’ll have to excuse me if I’m holding my eyes wide open.

Meanwhile, Jake is down there in Jacksonville, crushing year two.  By the time I’m finally done muddling my way through composing this post, he’ll have received all of his second semester grades and will likely be on the road homeward. I know he would agree that the realization of being halfway through hit like an October hurricane in Florida, fast and furious. As a homeschooling family, we don’t have anything special planned for this milestone either, but it is exciting and I did find myself overly emotional about it, like an October hurricane in Florida, mortifying and out of the blue.

Jumping from keeping my eyes dry and open (‘I’m not crying, you’re crying’) and getting blindsided by nostalgic emotion, I was also able to experience relief mingled with light devastation, thanks to the latest findings regarding Caleb’s health. Relief that the fourth doctor we saw finally diagnosed the issue; relief that we weren’t going crazy, and it was what we suspected all along; relief that he will get the right care moving forward. The light devastation comes from the fact that while there are treatments, there aren’t really any cures. It comes from the fact that he has to deal with this on a daily basis. 

The juxtaposition of relief and devastation wreaked havoc to my emotional state, much like the aftermath of a category two hurricane. Part of me wanted to drown my sorrows in a pint of ice cream and another part of me agreed.  But Caleb remains ever cheerful through it all, and I know I can learn a thing or two from his joyful disposition. I think that’s an emotion I could manage!

To recap, I have nothing to brag about, the least of which is my ability to handle feelings, but

I had Anna, she’s just so great, she helped me get through the tough times. I truly can’t express my forever gratitude for her, she’s so sweet and incredibly good-looking! I wish that there was two of her because that would mean 2x the greatness. Anna really couldn’t be better, unless of course, if she tried-because Anna can do anything. And that pretty much sums up everything you should know.

(That’s what I get for always asking anyone if they’d like to write a post and then walk away from the computer. But we all need a bit of levity in our lives, right? It’s cheaper than a pint of ice cream, anyway.)