My oldest daughter, Keagan, is graduating tomorrow. She really is, it’s not a joke. She’s not going to wake up tomorrow saying “gotcha”, nope, she’s serious about this graduation thing. She has been so giggly, happy and perky over this. Even this morning, she’s dancing around the house singing her Graduation Song, completely annoying to those of us who have given up coffee and need a little time to wake up. She’s completely unaware of her selfishness. Once graduation is over and we survive the summer, she’s leaving for college. Just like that, leaving. Does she have no idea what it took to bring all 10 pounds of her into this world?? This is the thanks I get?
She’s not ready, truly she’s not. I still get her up in the morning, turn the bathroom heater on every cold morning, make breakfast, remind her take her asthma meds and let her skip school way too often. Does this sound like someone who’s ready to be an adult? Ok, she’s also extremely independent, full of street smarts that will carry her far in life, has more practical sense that most women my age (including me), a natural nurturer without smothering and so very very bossy. She is the Queen of Her World. What about her little brothers? Has she even thought about them??? I personally think those were brave little faces when she told them about going to college in Stillwater. I’m sure I saw sadness through their happiness about frequent road trips to Stillwater, stuffing their faces at Eskimo Joes and wearing a very unflattering shade of orange to show support. What about Friday Night Sleepovers?? This is a night when she lets the little boys have a ‘slumber party’ in her room. They get to stay up late watching movies and eating in her bed. Like I would ever let them do that.
Today is the Awards Assembly, tonight the Senior Party. Of course I will be there with her favorite batch of dip and chips and lemon cupcakes. I must have done pretty good with this kid since she wants me to go. How cool is that? Tomorrow I will concentrate on having to dress up little, worry about keeping the little boys clean and totally block out what is really going on. Will I make it through the ceremony without tears? I doubt it but seeing the smile on Keagan’s face, seeing her light up will, I hope, keep me in line. At least until we get home.
