Yet another blessing of living in the South is that by the time springtime graduation rolls around, our weather is mild enough for outdoor ceremonies. With the setting sun in the background and magnolias in full bloom just beyond the hallowed end zone, our graduate made his way across the football field to claim his reward.
Graduation wasn't the hard part. When he left home the next day, it nearly killed me.
Excited about a summer job at a long-loved camp in Mississippi, my eldest child set off the morning after commencement. His diploma still tossed on the living room sofa and the partially eaten cake spelling out, "CONGRATU . . . " still on the kitchen counter. He will work all summer, then head to Birmingham in the fall to begin college.
And even though I listened carefully to those who told me to "enjoy him now, time flies." it's one of those things you don't understand until it happens to you. I made my husband drive him to school on his first day of Kindergarten, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold it together, and I had just as much trouble on the back end of his school years as well.
Walking out the door, he scooped me up in his giant six-foot-two frame and hugged me close. And then, he drove away, far down the road on his way to Mississippi. On his way to . . . more.
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