Wednesday, May 15, 2013
The Last One
I attended the college graduation ceremony for our last child. I am hoping that is the last one I ever have to attend. Not that I won't attend a future one, but it's not something I will anxiously await.
Not because it's not a wonderful celebration of an awesome accomplishment...but because it's 2 or more hours long and I spend most of that time trying to find my one little dot of a kid in an ocean of dots, then quickly lose my attention and am forced to sit rather still for 2 or more hours.
It's a privilege, a right of passage, a ceremony that should be revered...but once the speeches are over, there is nothing but hundreds of names announced for the next hour and a half. I planned on yelling when Will's name was called, but by the time I saw him at the edge of the stage and got my camera ready to aim, he was announced and gone....pushed through quickly for the next graduate coming behind him.
I took a lot of shots (lots of blurry shots) and tried to yell out his name at the same time...but it came out more like a spastic screech and then it was over. He did it. He graduated. It's over. I. Think. I'm. Going. To. Cry. Now.
Because we are only half way through the ceremony. And I just want to get my hands on that kid and wrap my arms around him and scream, "How did this happen so quickly?"
This is it. The last kid. The last graduation ceremony. The last kid has been raised. It's over. And I'm not sure I can even remember it all.
Time, you are a sly one. You make us wait, then it's over in a flash.