Nothing prepares you for the rollercoaster of emotions you feel as you become a mother to a high school senior. Up until this point, I have tried my hardest to guide my son, Dylan, and my daughter, Olivia, as best I could, instilling words of wisdom and life experiences, helping them set goals and watching from the sidelines as they achieve them. 

Previously a military family, we moved often, which also meant starting over at new schools for the kids. We started out at Fort Polk, Louisiana (Dylan’s birthplace); then Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, (Olivia’s birthplace); New Gloucester, Maine; Fort Knox, Kentucky and Schofield Barracks, Hawaii. 

From there, we ended up in Summerfield, where the kids and I have lived for the last 10 years, just the three of us and our beloved golden retriever, Lily, until she passed.

As a photographer — aka “momtographer” — I always have a camera in my hand.  I’m known for snapping away while relishing the moments of my kids being kids, our travels, family and friends, documenting our lives as we grow. 

I had the privilege of taking Dylan’s senior photos this past summer. We carefully planned his outfits and searched for the perfect classic car to include — a 1978 Pontiac Trans Am muscle car complete with a firebird on the hood and in mint condition. He sported a Megadeth band shirt and his long curly locks. It looked like he walked right out of the ‘70s. It was a proud moment for me. When it came time to submit his senior photo, they also needed a baby photo. So, we started looking through all the pictures I had taken over the years for him to choose from. After sifting through so many precious memories, it just hit me like a ton of bricks, and I began to cry uncontrollably. 

My heart ached for those moments that passed me by way too soon. I’ve had feelings like that on and off, but this was different. I had the overwhelming feeling of missing my children being little at different stages in their lives and realizing these photos are all I have left of the memories that once were.

It all clicked when I remembered my parents often telling me not to rush growing up—that school would fly by, and one day we’d all miss it. As a kid, it’s hard to see how quickly time moves, but suddenly you’re older, and before you know it your life has passed you by.

It is a gentle reminder that each day is a privilege. To grow older and to be part of these stages of their lives as they approach adulthood is precious and I will continue to preserve these valuable memories. What a gift.