I was just a few weeks shy of turning twenty-one when he was born.
At the time, it was hard enough to imagine being the mother of a baby boy, or a toddler,
and the teen years were too frightening to even contemplate,
But I'm sure I never even thought to imagine or dream of his high school graduation.
I never imagined him dressed like a grape (or maybe a wizard) in his graduation gown.
Or considered watching him rush off to get to the staging area on time.
I never pictured myself sitting high in the stands
scanning the rows trying to find my child in a sea of purple and white.
But the moment I saw him and he saw me,
well... there was no doubt that I had found my kid.
Because, I had never spent time imagining this day,
(and because my personal graduation experience was soooo much different than this)
I didn't know how I would feel.
Would I get all emotional and cry?
I'm not usually a sappy, teary kind of person.
I can't deny the fact that there was a little lump in my throat
and maybe a little extra moisture in my eyes
as I watched him walk down the aisle to the strains of "Pomp and Circumstance."
And I have been proud of him since the day he was born,
so when I watched him walk across the stage to accept his diploma,
the feeling I felt was quite familiar.
I am SO proud and SO pleased to see the man that he is becoming.
But I also love the glimpses of the little boy he once was.
Love you, Kevin.
You make us proud.