My sister asked me "How do you get through this graduation stuff?"
I should be a pro by now.
We are on our fourth high school graduation. Two more to go.
But I seem to get weepier with every one.
In fact, I have a confession.
I cried at the park the other day.
It was a gorgeous May afternoon so my daycare child and I started out on a stroll...and soon found ourselves at a nearby park. One where I had spent an incalculable amount of time when my children were younger.
Memories flitted by, almost painful, as I remembered chubby cheeks and sweaty arms and squeals of delight and brown bodies swinging across the monkey bars. Picnic lunches with Capris Suns and subs and potato chips wolfed down so the play time could continue. Two children walking by my side on the way home, talking earnestly, another lagging behind, three skipping on ahead.
Oh, there are many things I would do differently - such as fret less about a messy house and play instead that millionth game of Candy Land. But I am so thankful that I got to be a stay-at-home mom, and I would never change the amount of time that I spent with my kids.
So yes, it's an emotional time, a nostalgic time. But we get through it because it's what's SUPPOSED to happen. Our kids are SUPPOSED to grow up, graduate and continue their life journeys out from under our protective wings. So we cheer them on, while inside a tiny part of us weeps.
Here's the first page in the Scrapbook I (almost) finished creating for Matthew:
So proud of this young man and all of the awards he has won during his high school years. The four cords for graduation are for Highest Academic Honors, National Honor Society, Forensics, and Tri-M Music Society,
And if you have an extra 2 minutes and 43 seconds, here's his graduation speech:
Matt Recites His ABC's...kinda...
Off to his grad party now. Thanks for stopping by!
Marie with a :)
PS More of his scrapbook pages are on my facebook page:
Isom Cre8tions on Facebook
I should be a pro by now.
We are on our fourth high school graduation. Two more to go.
But I seem to get weepier with every one.
In fact, I have a confession.
I cried at the park the other day.
It was a gorgeous May afternoon so my daycare child and I started out on a stroll...and soon found ourselves at a nearby park. One where I had spent an incalculable amount of time when my children were younger.
Memories flitted by, almost painful, as I remembered chubby cheeks and sweaty arms and squeals of delight and brown bodies swinging across the monkey bars. Picnic lunches with Capris Suns and subs and potato chips wolfed down so the play time could continue. Two children walking by my side on the way home, talking earnestly, another lagging behind, three skipping on ahead.
Oh, there are many things I would do differently - such as fret less about a messy house and play instead that millionth game of Candy Land. But I am so thankful that I got to be a stay-at-home mom, and I would never change the amount of time that I spent with my kids.
So yes, it's an emotional time, a nostalgic time. But we get through it because it's what's SUPPOSED to happen. Our kids are SUPPOSED to grow up, graduate and continue their life journeys out from under our protective wings. So we cheer them on, while inside a tiny part of us weeps.
Here's the first page in the Scrapbook I (almost) finished creating for Matthew:
So proud of this young man and all of the awards he has won during his high school years. The four cords for graduation are for Highest Academic Honors, National Honor Society, Forensics, and Tri-M Music Society,
And if you have an extra 2 minutes and 43 seconds, here's his graduation speech:
Matt Recites His ABC's...kinda...
Off to his grad party now. Thanks for stopping by!
Marie with a :)
PS More of his scrapbook pages are on my facebook page:
Isom Cre8tions on Facebook
