Tonight is senior prom night for my son and of course as all mothers do, I worry. It’s one messy evening. Going to rain all night, which increases the worry of accidents. But I’ve put my worries aside or at least pushed them over enough to make room for the excitement of seeing my son taking part in one of the last rituals of high school. In a few weeks it will be graduation, an important milestone to be sure. Makes me feel a little blue. My boy is a boy no more, he’s now a man. A man I can be proud of, but I’ll sure miss the little boy he was. In the fall he’ll be going off to college, a grand new adventure for him. Thinking about him leaving home for first time again fills me with both excitement and dread. I’ve been through all this before, but it somehow seems worse this time around. I suppose all parents feel the same when it’s their youngest. Time has gotten away from me. I never expected the years to fall away so swiftly. Seems only yesterday he was five years old, running into the house wearing a huge grin and proudly handing me a bouquet of dandelions. He’s going to be an environmental scientist and after college he wants to join the Peace Corps for a while. So although I’ll miss him more than I ever thought possible, there’s a certain feeling of pride in seeing your little boy grow into a responsible young man who wants to make a difference in the world.