Five years ago when Hannah graduated from high school I was very emotional. (And yes, it’s been 5 years. When you transfer from one university to another and decide to double major it slows things down a bit.) The thought of my baby being done with public school and getting ready to leave the nest was overwhelming and sad and I was, frankly, a bit of a mess.
College graduation, though? It’s a whole different bag. I’m still emotional but in a completely and utterly proud way – there are no sad feelings associated with this experience. Sure, I was proud when she graduated from high school but to me that graduation was a given. Low hanging fruit and all that. College is different, though – it’s the gravy. (Yes, apparently, all of my analogies are about food today.) She didn’t have to go, she didn’t have to finish, and she didn’t have to do so freakin’ well at it. (More on that next week when we are certain of her GPA.)
I’m totally excited about seeing her in her cap and gown and going to graduation on Saturday. I’m stoked to sit through a long, boring ceremony just for that moment when my girlie walks across the stage. I’m looking forward to a family lunch afterwards and an epic party on Sunday.
I am generally a very sentimental person and I can’t help but wondering if I’m kidding myself about not being emotional about this. The other day my iPhone was playing music in the car and it was set to shuffle all songs. Pomp and Circumstance came on – very random – and I started to cry. Now, that song always makes me a little teary but before I knew it I had gone into a full blown ugly cry. And yesterday I went upstairs to get something and when I glanced over at Hannah’s room her cap and gown and new dress were hanging on the back of her door and there was suddenly a lump in my throat.
I may actually be a little emotional after all.