In case you didn’t know (and how could you not; I’ve posted about it ad nauseum), Pierce will be graduating from Brentwood High School next month. Spring is becoming a flurry of activity. Travel plans are being made by family. I’ve spent hours writing up his info and compiling his slide show pictures for our church’s Senior Night service in a couple of weeks. My daughter tells me that Pierce will probably get his cap and gown this week. That will be followed by a sign in our yard telling all of our neighbors that a Brentwood senior lives here.

It comes up in casual conversation with people I meet.:
“Do you have kids?” Yes
“How old are they?” 16 and 18, almost 19
“18? A senior?” Yes
“Oh wow! So where will he be going in the Fall?” …

That’s where things get complicated. I’ve been asked by people that know us, “How does it feel, now that Pierce is a senior?” I’ve been giving pretty much the same answer: “It’s weird.” And it is. That’s the easiest way to say it. I don’t think people really want me to vomit all over them exactly what’s going through my head right now.

We are going through the motions with all of his senior friends. Pretending that he’s on to new and exciting things just like the rest of them. But Pierce’s future just won’t be the same as everyone else’s. I can’t deny it. The thought of watching him walk across that stage in his cap and gown and getting to celebrate just how much he’s managed to accomplish does fill me with joy and excitement. But come August, he will carpool with his little sister right back to the very high school he “graduated” from the previous Spring to be in the Transition Program, where he’ll learn more life and work skills. He will be at BHS for 3 more years. In fact, his younger sister will leave BHS before he does. Though he will technically still be a high school student, he will no longer be a part of the youth ministry at our church. Pierce will be in the “young adult ministry” instead. I don’t know if any of his friends will still be in town, but most likely he will have to make a new group of church friends. It’s as if everything and nothing is changing all at once. Instead of starting a new chapter, it feels like a comma in the sentence.

Selecting pictures for the Senior Night service at Otter Creek was a stressful and depressing process for me. Nineteen years of photos edited down to 20 images. Oh there were lots and lots of smiling pictures, and his high school years have given him an opportunity to participate in Best Buddies, so I could share pictures from prom and his 1st place wins in Special Olympics events. But how do I tell his story in 20 pictures? I found photos from his first Kindergarten program and wondered which one to select. The one before the program of him dressed like his father in a hard hat and smiling in the doorway of the gym, or the one of him sitting on the risers in the lap of his resource teacher, red-faced and crying, totally overwhelmed by the noise and the people, while his teacher tried to soothe him and help him do the hand motions along with his classmates? I looked at pictures from the Disney trip our family took when he was 10 years old. There aren’t a lot of smiling Pierce pictures. The one I chose was pretty descriptive of that trip. It’s a picture of Tim and Pierce together on the sidelines of a parade, taken just before Tim took him back to the hotel to get a break from the excitement; Pierce had his hands over his ears. I included it in the slideshow, because it is so symbolic of life with a child on the autism spectrum.

I’ve been asked if Pierce is excited about graduation. I honestly don’t think he knows what it’s all about. I have no doubt that he will soak in the applause when his name is called for him to come forward and accept his diploma, and he’ll be happy that his grandparents have come to town for the occasion. But when he gets home, he’ll most likely add his diploma to the pile of school papers on a table in his room. And I’m sure he doesn’t realize that he only has a few months left to hang out with these friends of his before they all go their separate ways to colleges around the country; that he won’t see them every Sunday morning like he has for the last 8 years. That will be hard on him.

To all the moms of the seniors that are graduating with Pierce, please know that I am SO excited with you for the bright futures that lie ahead for your kids. And I really don’t want things to be awkward when we chat about graduation. I will likely get all teary, and I sincerely hope that it’s not off-putting. Our parenting journey, like yours, has been full of ups and downs, and this moment in time, for me, is a little more bitter than sweet. But it’s on me to find more of the beauty and joy in this. I love all of you, and I love all of your kids; especially the ways they have loved Pierce along the way. They have been such a blessing to our family.

I am so scared about what happens next. I don’t know what to expect. But I do know that Pierce will continue to amaze us with what he’s able to accomplish, so that gives me some comfort. I will find a way to cope with this “new normal”; I always have before. But until I manage to pull myself together, please forgive me for being a puddle in the corner for a while.