Yesterday was the high school graduation in the town I live in. As I am looking through the special section of the newspaper with the pictures of all the graduates, I recognize a few faces. A couple of the graduates were the oldest children in their family to graduate. I remember how it was to watch my first born walk across the stage. I think I held my breath the whole time. It was a melancholy feeling. Thinking about my child leaving home and being on her own.
There was also two in the paper that are middle children. With my second child I had mixed feeling. I really didn’t want him to grow up and move on. I will admit, however, I was elated that I would not have to spend the next twelve years trying to drag his butt out of bed every morning for school.
There were three graduates that were the youngest in their family. By the time my third and last child graduated I was in full melt-down mode. He was the last, the end, I was finished raising my kids. That was a year ago and I have since recovered.
My heart goes out the mother’s of the graduates. We, as parents, have to learn to let our children become adults. Then we have to learn a whole new way of life. It was hard to adapt to being just me and hubby. It had been 31 years since it was just the two of us.
Ok, somehow I have made this all about me. (Big surprise.) To the graduates of 2017, enjoy life, get an education, there is nothing you can’t do if you really want it. Most importantly, call your mother.
“You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You can’t get there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you’re doing, but what you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself.” Alan Alda