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Dear Graduate

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's my grad."

 

Words from my soon to be Graduate.

 

Yes.

Yes it is.

Your schooling is finished.

You've achieved the required grades.

You completed the subjects needed.

You have earned the credits.

Your name will be on the certificate.

This IS YOUR graduation.

 

Perhaps you wish your grades were higher.

Or, maybe you don't.

You might look back on the last few years wishing you had tried harder.

Or you might not.

Maybe you have regrets.

I hope you don't.

 

Because here's the thing.

No matter what those last few years have looked like,

High grades, or not so high grades,

Doing your absolute best or not,

Regrets, or none at all,

You did it.

You've finished this race.

You've crossed the finish line.

You will walk the walk of a graduate.

 

And I'm so very proud of you.

This is a big deal.

This is the end of one chapter in your life.

And the beginning of another.

You've earned this.

 

.......your Graduation celebration.

 

But.....

This is my celebration, too.

You see, I've loved you from the time I found out you were growing in my belly.

I could hardly believe it when our doctor let me hear your tiny heart beating.

My heart nearly exploded the first time I felt you move.

I hadn't even known whether you were a boy or a girl.

It didn't matter.

You were mine.

And then, the moment you were born,

 I fell totally and completely in love with you all over again. 

You see, now, I knew who you were.

Now you had a name.

Now, you were no longer a baby I had only longed to meet.

You had become my son.

 

Such joy you brought to my heart.

Watching you grow.

Watching you learn.

Watching you fall, only to get back up again.

Such joy.

 

And such pain.

I know you don't realize this, but every time you hurt, I hurt.

Just like, every time you felt joy, I felt joy.

You were, are, an extension of my heart.

I have always tried my best to support you.

I gave you the best of everything I had to give.

It wasn't always easy.

 

You weren't always easy.

 

Being a good mother, like being a good father, is the hardest thing in the world to do.

I know I've made mistakes.

Some of them have been bad.

Sometimes I wonder if I have screwed you up.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Probably.

 

But one thing is for certain.....

I've loved you through everything.

Through infant years,

Through toddler years.

Through pre-school and kindergarten years.

I've loved you through elementary school, junior, and high school years.

I've loved you through defiance and heartache.

Through tears and grief.

Grief you will never know about.

I've loved you through it all.

 

My son.

My heart.

 

Eighteen years you've been mine.

Eighteen years I have nurtured you.

Supported you.

Pushed you.

Encouraged you.

Helped you.

Cried over you.

Agonized over you.

Prayed for you.

Rejoiced over you.

Celebrated you.

Loved you.

 

And now, these eighteen years later, you have finished with your grade 12 year.

 

And so have I.

When you walk across that stage, and receive your diploma,

know that my heart is with you.

 

So, yes.

This is your Grad.

This is your celebration.

But, son,

 

It is mine, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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