I don’t know why I wasn’t weepy with Penny’s final night of cheerleading. Maybe I’m in total denial that her time in high school is coming to an end. Maybe I’m repressing some serious emotions. Or maybe I still can’t believe that she has been given these opportunities.
What I do know is that I loved every minute of watching her and her team out there. I love that she has been a part of a high school team. I couldn’t have imagined that when she was born. I love that I can hear her practicing routines in her room on the weekends. I love that she gives me credit for becoming a cheerleader because I forced her to try out three years ago.
Maybe I’m not weepy, at least not yet, because even though we have lots of “last times” ahead, we also envision a good future for her. Maybe I’m just grateful. And maybe it is time for the next chapter.
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