This past weekend was my college graduation. My dad, my mom, and my mom’s boyfriend came up on Saturday to celebrate with me and attend commencement. To be truthful, I was mostly indifferent and unemotional about the ceremony itself, but I wasn’t going to miss my first opportunity to wear a cap and gown!
I’ll be honest – commencement was painful. Literally. It lasted two and a half hours (most of which was name-calling) and the chairs were not too great. I couldn’t find my parents in the stands, so I spent a lot of time people watching. In the midst of other antsy students, I noticed many expressing extreme emotions of either sadness or elation. By the time my name was called to walk the stage, the only feeling I had was the growling in my stomach.
During the recession, I noticed the audience had thinned out so I looked up into the stands again hoping to spot my family. There he was – my dad – sitting in a pocket of otherwise empty seats. I waved at him and he waved back and I lost it.
I was overwhelmed with feelings of gratitude for my parents and I couldn’t hold it in.
I was still crying when I met them both outside. These two people have done so much for me, and in the years since I left high school I’ve become more and more aware of the sacrifices they make without a second thought. They are so much of the reason I work as hard as I do, but I know I will never be able to fully repay them for their support and caring. I also know I couldn’t have walked that stage on Saturday without them.
Thank you Mom and Dad! I love you!
Jam of the day: The Beatles “Penny Lane”