A Letter to my Senior

Emma Grace,

I have a mountain of memories that flood through my head as I look back on the 18 years we have been blessed to have you in our lives. From the very beginning you were going to make your presence known. When I was pregnant with you I was so sick for 9 months!! I mean really sick!!! It was as if even then you were shouting to the world “Hey look at me!!” Then came the delivery, and let me tell you I don’t even have the words to describe how rough that one was. You were a standout before you even took your first breath in this world.

You were born on December 3, 2001. The day before your dad’s birthday. What a great birthday gift!!! You were also born a little less than three months after the 9/11 attack. I remember being so scared of what type of world my new baby and her older sister were going to live in. The fear, the uncertainty, the overall atmosphere of the time was just overall a very frightening time.

As you started to grow the world was growing too. The weight of the fear that came with 9/11 seemed to ease a little. No, the world was never the same again but just like everything else, the world kept spinning and the country began to heal. Quickly the time past and it was time for you to go to Kindergarten. I remember thinking it would be easier to send you off to school because I had already gone through it with your older sister . However, it was not. My heart broke in a thousand pieces leaving you in that room and waving bye to you. You were so excited though and it didn’t take you long to adapt to school life and quickly start making friends. undefined You were always someone who made friends easily. You have the most extraordinary personality and a heart that is so big. And to top it off you have always been beautiful inside and out. It is hard for everyone not to love you.

The years passed quickly and we watched you grow. We got to experience so many things with you from karate, soccer, dance, cheer, pageants you name it, I think you tried it all. No matter what you were doing we just loved watching you and seeing that smile on your face. We just loved you no matter what you were doing.

Then comes the day I was dreading but excited for at the same time. Your first day of senior year undefined. This picture was taken that day with your sisters. I remember you waking up with an excitement that this was it. The last first day of high school. The anticipation of the exciting year to come was in the air for all of us. We were all so excited for the year to come. Your fall semester was great. There of course was football games, homecoming( being nominated homecoming queen for you), leading the news show at school, becoming the yearbook editor, hanging out with friends, and trying new adventures. All the normal and fun things you get to do in high school. As the spring semester started, all was going well. The talk of where to go on spring break, preparing for prom and making sure we got that perfect senior prom dress, because we all know that senior prom dress has to be the best. We were getting ready for senior banquets, senior picnics, senior trips, and all the activities that being a senior entails. So many fabulous things were coming your way.

Then it happened. The virus Covid-19. The virus that not only has turned the world upset down and changed life as we know it, but it also is the virus that is robbing you from your senior year. At this point we have no idea if you will get to go back to school to finish the year. From what we have been hearing you will not. If you don’t, that means no prom, no graduation, no senior brunch, no senior picnic or banquet, no senior activities at all. It will all be gone. Getting to say goodbye to classmates, to teachers, to anyone who has been on this ride with you will be taken away. I hate this for you and all the seniors across the country. Baby girl, I am sorry that there is no way I can fix this. As a mother one of the hardest things to face is not being able to fix problems for our kids. I want to make it all better. I want you to be able to finish up your senior year. I want you to go to your last prom. I want to see you walk across the stage at graduation. I want to see you hug your friends goodbye. I want to see you in maroon and white one last time. Unfortunately, I am not sure if this is going to be a reality.

If there is one thing I am learning so far from all this, it is never take one single day for granted. Even the normalcy of everyday life, going to school, going to work, cooking, grocery shopping, laundry, everything is a gift to us that may be taken away at any second. We are all seeing this. So, Emma, even if you are not able to return to school, I want you to be able to see that everyday that you have had so far at school, with your friends, making those senior memories has been a gift. Even if you are unable to make anymore, hold the memories you have made in your heart forever. Cherish them, hold on them, see them for what they are, a blessing. Send your classmates and teachers messages. Let them know how much you love them. Let them know that you all are all in this together. Pray together. Pray that you will be able to come together again. Support and love each other no matter what.

As a mother, I will pray everyday that I get to watch you finish up your senior year with all the experiences that each of you deserve. There is nothing I want more. A group of kids that were born at a time when the world wasn’t so kind, is now again dealing with a world that is unsettled and uncertain. This, however, has only proven your resilience. Emma you are all so strong. You have tried to spread kindness in a world that has not always been kind to you and that has taken so much. There is no doubt, because of your strength, that even after all this you won’t look at it as being robbed but instead will use it as a lesson to build a better brighter future. Emma, never lose hope, let God guide your path, and know no matter what your future is bright.

I pray to Emma and all of you that you are covered in blessings today.

Love and hugs,

Jennifer

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