I know this should be a happy post and I should be celebrating. I'm too exhausted these days, I suppose. Anyway... Daughter has finished high school. Yes, that means graduated. Early. She earned all the required credits in the required classes. She FINALLY passed the CAHSEE last month(Californa HS exit exam) after several attempts. Of course, there was high drama until the very end. With her, there always is. I've been reflecting on raising her. I know I'm not done yet and perhaps I will never be truly done. She was a difficult pregnancy and a difficult birth and nearly died. Then, diagnosed with ALL at 13 months and years of treatment after that. Shleping her around to a mind boggling amount of health professionals for physical and mental health issues for treatment and therapy. I have to be honest, I got to experience some shining moments. Scoring four goals in one soccer game when she was 8. Winning a school-wide essay contest and reading it before the whole school when she was 10. Her thanking me for a little birthday party I threw her and telling me how much she loved it. Of course, once she entered middle school things took a very nasty turn. I didn't think I could survive it. I found this board when she was 12, but didn't join until she was 13 and had threatened to stab me. It has been a very bumpy ride to here and I know it's not over. Her plans are to attend community college in the fall with the intention of transferring to university (already knows which one). In the mean time, she still needs to get her license to drive, get a job, and purchase a car. She's not driving mine. So, that's what's next-graduating college. Not sure what she wants to do. It was ALWAYS to be a teacher, but recently she has had a change heart. So, I will step back and let her figure that out on her own. Anyway...I can check THAT task off my list. I know I'm suppose to feel , but mostly I feel .