It's not really that big of a deal you know the town we live in, the way Craig and I have raised our three kids. High School graduation is kind of a given. You go to school for 12 years, you get a diploma and then you decide what's next. So I'm not anxiously awaiting with my stomach in knots the moment my kid gets his diploma today because I know he has it, I know his plans and his grades and I know that he has successfully completed this part of his education.
I'm anxiously awaiting the moment he crosses that stage because my friends at that moment when he steps from one side to the other, moving his tassel from right to left. That's the moment y'all. That's the moment that he is no longer a kid that must live under my roof, that will be at my dinner table every night or meeting me in the kitchen for coffee in the morning. Things change when they graduate and start their own lives. It doesn't matter how much you try and keep things the same you just can't. Our home will always be their home but the dynamics will change. They are adults and they deserve this time to make their mark to find out who they are and to carve a path that will take them through the next stages of their lives. Stages where mom and dad are no longer active participants but merely the most enthusiastic, loudest cheering, biggest supporters standing on the side line with hands clasped watching the most beautiful show in the world.
Today my son will cross the stage celebrating the fact that every day for the last 18 years he has taken steps to become less of my little boy and more of an amazing man and while I mourn for the past and my roll in his life I'm also anxiously awaiting for his beautiful future because I know without a doubt that the foundation we've laid down will carry us through.
