Jennifer Lopez Has “Been Crying for Months” as Twins Max and Emme Get Ready to Leave for College

Reported by Harper's Bazaar.

There is a specific kind of grief that arrives before the loss itself — and Jennifer Lopez is living in it right now. Appearing on Jimmy Kimmel Live!, the singer and actress got visibly emotional talking about her twins, Max and Emme, who are 18 and on the verge of high school graduation. "Don't talk about it," she told host Jimmy Kimmel, before talking about it anyway. According to Harper's Bazaar, Lopez has been crying for two months straight in anticipation of the moment.

The real breaking point? Writing their yearbook notes. "It took me two days to write those things," she said — which, honestly, tracks. There is something about putting your feelings into permanent ink for a child who is about to become their own person that makes the abstract suddenly very real. Lopez shares Max and Emme with ex-husband Marc Anthony; the former couple were married from 2004 to 2014.

Different Schools, Same Mom Energy

The twins will be heading to separate colleges — Lopez didn't reveal which schools or what they plan to study, only that she wants them to "be happy and go where they want to go and do what they want to do." Which sounds like a woman who has done the emotional work of letting go, even while openly weeping about it. She also delivered what might be the most relatable mom prediction of the year: that they'll pack their rooms, arrive at their tiny dorms, and immediately start missing home. "That's my plan," she deadpanned.

To her credit, Lopez is refusing to collapse the whole thing into tragedy. When people spent the year asking if the empty nest would be devastating, her answer was a firm no — "It's going to be great." She believes in their big dreams, and she's letting that belief be louder than the grief. The crying and the pride are not in conflict here; they're the same thing.

Watching one of the most scrutinized women in pop culture get openly teary over a school graduation is a quiet reminder that the milestones that actually reshape us rarely make the tabloid front page — and the love that outlasts every headline is the kind you cry over for two months before it even happens.

Read the original at Harper's Bazaar.