Do you remember the emotional wreck I was when my precious daughter graduated high school in 2004. And the anxiety I had because she decided not to follow her college dream to UCF to become a forensic pathologist and go to community college instead, because of a boy? Do you remember the melt down I had because the day after graduation she moved in with her boyfriend? No, you wouldn’t. I wasn’t blogging at the time. Ha!
I got over it. I accepted the fact that she needed to make her own decisions and her own mistakes, and let them fall wherever they may. She enrolled in community college with the intent to transfer to a university. I was fine with that.
Do you remember me repeating this in 2008 when she told me she was pregnant? Then she got married. Then six months after her daughter was born she left her husband. A few of you do. All I wanted for her was to finish college and not end up like me. After I got over the initial shock and excessive crying for three months, again, I accepted the fact that this was one more milestone she must endure on life’s journey and somehow it included me. After all we never know what path we’re gonna take or where we will end up.
Seven years after high school graduation my precious daughter graduated college, on this day, December 17, 2011, with a bachelors in science and exercise science. It was a long rocky road for her, but in the end she has given me more than if she would have graduated on time in 2008.
It was my honor to have shared with her this most special day.