Graduation Means New Beginnings; It also Means Endings, Too
By Lisen Stromberg on June 18, 2012
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I missed my son. I missed his laughter. I missed the delight he took in annoying his little brother. I missed the fun he had sharing playlists with his sister. I missed the stories of the exploits of his friends he made me promise to never tell.
But it was more than that. I realized then because of who he is,he has made me a better person and for that I am deeply grateful.
So here I am, two years later, preparing for the official last time he is with us each and every day. I am proud to say I made it through his graduation with just a tissue or two. I clapped. I cheered. I hugged. We took photos. And through it all, I kept my tears at bay.
Until, I was driving home from the last celebratory event.
The radio was on, the moon was low and full, and Stevie Nicks started singing one my old favorites, "Landslide." You try to not cry at that one.
Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
'Cause I built my life around you.
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
And I’m getting older too.
I know it won’t be the last time I will be forced to pull over because the tears are too thick and it certainly will not be the last time I allow myself the luxury of mourning what was. But, as I dried my eyes, I tried to remind myself the end of my son’s high school years heralds a new beginning for his mother. For all of the moaning and groaning, good things are ahead. At least that is what my son tells me. It’s good to know he has inherited something from me; we are both optimists at heart.
Gloria Steinem once said, "The first problem for all of us, women and men, is not to learn but to unlearn." I am working on unlearning each and every day. How about you? Lisen www.prismwork.com