Well, it is the end of March. “Senior Season,” or “#SNRSZN” as the kids call it, is well underway. I can see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Yet that light feels like it is on a train hurdling toward me at record speed and I should probably jump out of its way. The four of us recently attended the bar mitzvah of our dear friends’ son, and it got me feeling really sentimental. He is the baby of my “OG” mommy group, and this milestone truly felt like a finale to my kids’ childhoods.