High school was never as hard for me as it is now. My son has started high school. I laughed a little and cried a lot as I wrote this. Sorry, Not Sorry is for my boy. He won't want to hear it, but you might know someone who would. You might be crying in your ice cream right now yourself, thinking about your baby boy not needing that Graco car seat anymore or not wanting you to hold his hand in the parking lot. That was a tough moment.