I saw one child, a sophomore in High School, through a college level history class and the 3½ hour exam for college credit that followed. Much angst here, only a little of it mine.
I saw my first born graduate from UW-Madison (Katie Couric was phenomenal by the way… probably the best commencement speech I’ve ever heard). The entire event left this, generally less than teary one, with rivers of tears staining her face.
I did brunch the Sunday following Saturday’s graduation which included a parent with dementia, potential future in-laws and my karate Sensei at the same table, followed by moving out of the Evans Scholars house on campus, Monday.
AND early yesterday morning (Tuesday) left with said scholar for Toronto via Chicago and subsequently Detroit, which was a treat, so we can visit Canada’s only Naturopathic Medical school today, Wednesday.
Things that happened along the way? Another blog entirely, much of it over-the-top, forehead slapping frustrating.
Which is my point.
You can’t plan for what goes wrong.
You can’t plan for what goes incredibly right.
All you can do is take a breath…a deep breath…then, count to ten in as many languages as you know. When you’ve completed that task, open your eyes, look around and hug the ones nearest you, while saying a quick prayer of thanks that they are yours to love.
Be well my friends and may you cherish the wonderful moments on your journey and leave all the crap behind.
Slainte! Happy Reading. Leigh.