Graduation Memories

It was graduation weekend for my son’s high school senior class. While it was a wonderful occasion, there were some oddities.

• My sister not having a hotel room due to the location having a fire and not notifying them. (It all worked out – She was able to stay somewhere else & she was welcome t to stay with us, too.)
• 98 degrees in May, in Wisconsin – all weekend!
• The air conditioning cutting out at home when we had guests (and 98 degree heat).
• Grandparents visiting for the first time in 5 years.
• A house full of family – rare as we live 900 miles from most of them.
• Noticing that everyone is older – including us.
• Celebrating with a dinner at home, instead of at a restaurant. Priceless!

There were also lots of memories being tossed around. Of course the memories included mischievous things I did while I was growing up. These included:

• Cutting my sister’s hair and telling her it was like a Chrissy Doll’s – it would grow back.
• Pushing our cat around in a baby stroller, complete with him wearing a bonnet.
• The time my sister caught fire – and my father saved her by ripping off the nightgown that had caught the flame. She was four – I was six. The memory is so vivid, it could have happened yesterday!
• Years spent in Marching Band that were not remembered or attributed to a sibling! What?! This is an important reminder that what is important to you, might not be important to others.

There were new memories being made also.

• Our family’s first graduation from our resident district – all new to us.
• Getting through the crowd after the ceremony.
• Photos, lots of photos.
• The Very Best Friend eating the celebratory dinner with our family.
• Lots of Laughter.
• Ten family members squeezed around our table.
• Another high school graduation in the books. Another bright future underway.

Yes, it was a busy weekend with unbearable heat, lots of talking and laughter, and great food. I wouldn’t have changed much. Everyone seemed to enjoy the festivities even though they might have been different from what they imagined, expected, or experienced in their own past.

 

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