It’s all done but the crying…well…actually the crying already happened. It began with the first few notes of “Pomp and Circumstance” and ended when I watched my daughter head across the stage…mind you…that’s really not that long as thankfully she was number 16 of 402 graduates.
Once she received her diploma I could put away the Kleenex…until the Valedictorian’s speech…at which point I brought them out again!
I was pretty good by the time we got home. I’d given her a hug…told her how proud I was…and got on with the partying. Tears were at a standstill until my wonderful neighbours gave my graduate the “Oh, The Places You’ll Go” book by Dr. Seuss. It’s all about the ups and downs of life…making decisions…making mistakes…moving on. It was a perfect graduation gift.
Totally had me choked up… plus my Spanx were tight… so that might have something to do with the repeated tears. Surprise of all surprises was that the problem wasn’t at my waist…but rather my thighs. The damn things kept rolling up! How do you elegantly reach up your dress to roll down your Spanx? If Dr. Seuss were still around I’m sure he’d have a few words to say!
They sucked everything up so high they puffed my chest up to an abnormal size. And while I needed a lot sucked in… my chest was puffed up pretty high already!
This was a big day!
My best girl graduated. Walked across the stage… took her final bow… remembered her years of high school with fondness and now… she’s looking to her future. Nothing sucks for her!