Barely Keeping Up

Our middle child is graduating in a few short weeks.  I know I've talked about it on here before (recently, in fact).  This weekend, however, was Prom.  These past few weeks have been chock full of nostalgia for me, and Prom brought up even more, and this past weekend, my wife and I talked about all the stuff we were feeling around that particular time in our lives, and seeing how vastly different the generation(s) we are raising are going about things.  Prom was a big deal for me.  I was excited to go, but I almost didn't go.  I had a meltdown, maybe a week or two before (I can't remember the timeline of exactly when it happened), where I was highly emotional and ended up crying with my head in my locker, with my date (my friend Angela's little brother) trying to figure out what was up.  I really liked her little brother. I thought it was cute, and we always had fun together.  I don't know what he was feeling at the time - probably confused....