My first graduate.
On May 28, my oldest, Jake, graduated from High School.
It was a day packed with emotion.
I was overwhelmed with joy.
I mean, those first few minutes I held him 18 years ago, high school graduation was something I wanted for him.
As I’ve experienced motherhood, I’m not sure why I needed to dream it, there really was no other option.
So we have it, a highlight in his life.
He says it was “a cakewalk”.
He has always been brilliant.
He just never applied himself whole-heartedly.
He certainly isn’t an over-achiever.
None the less, I’m proud of him.
I’m also scared.
I hope he listened to all my “rants”.
I hope he took heed of my “mistakes”.
I hope he understood the “lessons” he was supposed to learn.
I hope he will make choices that will help him grow and become the man I know he is capable of becoming.
He’ll start college in the fall.
He wants to be a rockstar!
It’s a moment to remember–my first graduate.