My Daughter’s Senior Year Doesn’t Exist

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entary school unrewarded. Years of learning to maintain relationships, responsibilities, and learning to study in secondary school left suspended in mid air.The grand prize has been revoked.I tell her we are lucky and not to be upset over something beyond our control.“We are in a pandemic and we will get through it.” I console. “Prom and grad will happen, just a little delayed”It will happen…. sometime in 2020 or 2021. At that time she will be in university across the country. The glow of the graduation ceremony will possess a faded hue.I remind her of all the suffering and all the loss as a result from the coronavirus. I tell her resilience is everything. Externally she seems okay.Maybe it’s myself I’m consoling.I am grieving for my daughter’s traditional senior year. I am grieving the stolen excitement that has been replaced by social distancing and isolation.I’m hurt, I’m sad, and I wish things were back to normal.<figure id="5732"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*8OIqESibeQKch97aXhCSUw.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://un

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While I tell her it’s okay I silently feel my heart break

The pink prom dress hanging proudly in her closet will remain unworn this June.

The silver glittery shoes imagined for the past two years to match the planned pink prom dress will remain un-purchased.

I can barely think about this without a deep crushing feeling. The subtle disappointment my daughter bravely conceals has me cursing the coronavirus.

Well earned perks of being a high school senior has ruthlessly been taken from our grads of 2020. Every child dreams of graduation day throughout the years of learning. Years of learning to socialize and learning about life in elementary school unrewarded. Years of learning to maintain relationships, responsibilities, and learning to study in secondary school left suspended in mid air.

The grand prize has been revoked.

I tell her we are lucky and not to be upset over something beyond our control.

“We are in a pandemic and we will get through it.” I console. “Prom and grad will happen, just a little delayed”

It will happen…. sometime in 2020 or 2021. At that time she will be in university across the country. The glow of the graduation ceremony will possess a faded hue.

I remind her of all the suffering and all the loss as a result from the coronavirus. I tell her resilience is everything. Externally she seems okay.

Maybe it’s myself I’m consoling.

I am grieving for my daughter’s traditional senior year. I am grieving the stolen excitement that has been replaced by social distancing and isolation.

I’m hurt, I’m sad, and I wish things were back to normal.

My daughter will graduate. She will at some point wear her pink prom dress and dance with her friends reliving the past 12 years.

However, she will no longer be a blushing with excitement high school graduate. She will be a preoccupied first year university student, one who traveled from across the country to attend a graduation from her past life. It is a disappointment for my daughter that I can’t fix.

She remains strong, she remains focused on university and her future while maintaining awareness of the present.

I’m the one that’s weak.

The world as we know it has come to a stand still. Our world has experienced devastating loss of lives and loved ones, loss of employment and loss of autonomy. It feels almost selfish to mourn the loss of my daughter’s senior year. But I do.

Stay home, stay safe.