On endings...and beginnings...
And so finally, the time has come,my son is finished with High School. He will walk across the stage this Sunday to accept his diploma.
He himself sees nothing spectacular about this 'It's no big deal Mom, who cares?' (I told my sister-in-law last night sometimes I think teens are given a diagram of their mother's heart and then a dagger and in an almost voodoo doll-esque sort of way they stab at the heart).
I am proud of him and thrilled (that he graduated considering what's been going on). I look at his prom picture and then I look at the picture on my desk of him at the age of 10 in his hockey goalie uniform and the sadness/wistfulness takes up some room in my heart, knowing that these days are passing out of my grasp and they will never come again; and I wonder how many of us as parents realise how precious these days are and how quickly they grow up, move away, begin families of their own and you are left gazing at pictures and trying to hold onto those memories.
This is a time in his life for new beginnings and what I hope and pray will be a bright future for him.
We all wish the best for our children, we all have fears sometimes that they might make a wrong turn on the path as they travel through life; or that life will be cruel to them. It's hard, because as a parent you just love them so much and it seems that, from the time they are born, they spend their entire lives trying to grow up and away from us (I still recall vividly the time my son asked me not to hug or kiss him in front of his friends and the pang it caused in my heart). And for me it is a double-edged sword because losing my mother at the age of 15 only drives home to me how much IÂd love for her to see him walk across that stage as they call out his name to accept his diploma and then walk off and into his future.
I lose him to manhood and it's bitter-sweet and awe-inspiring to know I had a hand in helping to make him what he is - and, despite all of the problems, trials, and tribulations, he was worth every minute of all the heartache (although it never seems so at the time)...
So congratulations, son, you may not think this is a big deal but to me, itÂs what life and having children is all about... the future/YOUR future. May it be everything you hope for and may you be happy and successful.
He himself sees nothing spectacular about this 'It's no big deal Mom, who cares?' (I told my sister-in-law last night sometimes I think teens are given a diagram of their mother's heart and then a dagger and in an almost voodoo doll-esque sort of way they stab at the heart).
I am proud of him and thrilled (that he graduated considering what's been going on). I look at his prom picture and then I look at the picture on my desk of him at the age of 10 in his hockey goalie uniform and the sadness/wistfulness takes up some room in my heart, knowing that these days are passing out of my grasp and they will never come again; and I wonder how many of us as parents realise how precious these days are and how quickly they grow up, move away, begin families of their own and you are left gazing at pictures and trying to hold onto those memories.
This is a time in his life for new beginnings and what I hope and pray will be a bright future for him.
We all wish the best for our children, we all have fears sometimes that they might make a wrong turn on the path as they travel through life; or that life will be cruel to them. It's hard, because as a parent you just love them so much and it seems that, from the time they are born, they spend their entire lives trying to grow up and away from us (I still recall vividly the time my son asked me not to hug or kiss him in front of his friends and the pang it caused in my heart). And for me it is a double-edged sword because losing my mother at the age of 15 only drives home to me how much IÂd love for her to see him walk across that stage as they call out his name to accept his diploma and then walk off and into his future.
I lose him to manhood and it's bitter-sweet and awe-inspiring to know I had a hand in helping to make him what he is - and, despite all of the problems, trials, and tribulations, he was worth every minute of all the heartache (although it never seems so at the time)...
So congratulations, son, you may not think this is a big deal but to me, itÂs what life and having children is all about... the future/YOUR future. May it be everything you hope for and may you be happy and successful.
posted by Colette at 7:01 PM
1 Comments:
Mother to Son
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Langston Hughes
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