This is how my son addressed his sister on her graduation day. Have to admit he wasn't far off...head band...long hair...strappy sandals. Yup, that's my daughter! Rock on, Girl! Can't say any girls sported the same look. Most were attempting to look sophisticated in high heels. Ouch. Nothing like watching girls who have never worn high heels try to sport 5 inchers. My daughter, having tried that look at her Uncle's wedding this last July, opted for the more comfortable, bohemian look. Granted she paid as much in shipping as the shoes cost to get them in time for the special day. But she got the look she was going for. Now, I don't quite understand this whole graduating from 6th grade and then 8th grade. That all seems like nonsense to me. Hell, my kids have had so many graduations in their lives...from preschool, kindergarden, 6th grade, middle school, high school, college. And then there's the outfit for each one. Really? No. Enough already.
Here's how it should be. The day your kid gets a paying job and moves out...
Parent Diploma! These kids get accolades every few years. 21 years later, I'm thinking I deserve a badge of honor or at least a diploma for helping this person get to this point. When you wipe someone's butt, feed them, clean their vomit off your face, listen to them complain about what you don't do for them...What, no diploma? Yup, no diploma. You get to hope that someday they remember.
Here's how it should be. The day your kid gets a paying job and moves out...
Parent Diploma! These kids get accolades every few years. 21 years later, I'm thinking I deserve a badge of honor or at least a diploma for helping this person get to this point. When you wipe someone's butt, feed them, clean their vomit off your face, listen to them complain about what you don't do for them...What, no diploma? Yup, no diploma. You get to hope that someday they remember.
To both my kids... there was singing lullabyes into the wee hours, rocking, snuggling. Oh, my dears, I love you far more than you currently even know possible. When you have children, love expands to something infinitely larger than you have ever experienced before. Unfortunately, the frustrations you feel follow the same exponentially increasing path. To the point where I wonder which is going to explode first...my head or my heart.
Well, since no diploma for me, do you think you two could do the dishes once without being asked or without giving me that look up at the stars like I just asked you to cut off your arm?
Ah, the little things.
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