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The subtitle for this entry is : In Praise of Her, In Lament for Him
What I am really doing this evening is not blogging or finishing up the laundry or getting two members of my family ready for a short trip southward. What I am really doing is Not Watching My Son Graduate From High School.
He is, of course, at the high school watching his friends graduate. This is the night I have waited for for eighteen years, only it ain't happening. The tale of why it isn't going to happen is complicated. It's an idea I thought I had gotten used to, even told myself over and over that I was used to. The truth is: it sucks. I feel robbed. No "Pomp and Circumstance", no silly cap and gown, no graduation cards and gifts from the relatives, no cake with "Class of '05" on it. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
My son has chosen a path that he is not even aware of. The things that will fall into place for his friends will be a struggle for him from now on. He will have to decide, much too soon, how to support himself. As angry and hurt as I feel tonight, I feel exponentially sad for him.
And then, there is the Wonder Girl. Last night was her promotion to high school. Yes, dear readers, I am not now, nor will I ever be again, the mother of a middle school student! Halle-freakin'-lujah! I feel positively Set Free (with apologies to Songbird).
We spent yesterday afternoon smacking her with the pretty stick AKA playing "beauty school dropouts" as I did her nails, curled her hair, helped her into her dress, put 'fake-up' on her. She is stunning. She looks about nineteen when dolled up--somewhat disconcerting for a mom of a 14.5 year old.
When I got to the ceremony, I noticed that she was chosen (out of 200 kids) to draw the program cover! (she didn't tell me) I should tell you, gentle readers, that WG has already decided that she will be either an architect or a fashion designer when she grows up. Art is definitely her thing. And a see a few more graduations in her future.
She has a certain style about her. I tell her she was born from a different era. Many of the other girls did some form of fake bake, and got blonde highlights before this ceremony, so my WG stood out in her milky white skin and dark hair/eyes. Many of them were wearing slinky black short dresses and stilettos. She was wearing a 50's inspired (vintage looking) butter-yellow halter dress complete with crinolines. And silver ballet slippers. She is so cool it hurts.
Two kids--both fiercely independent of the popular trends. Both determined to make their own way in the world, in spite of/due to their parents' best efforts.
I love them both.
What I am really doing this evening is not blogging or finishing up the laundry or getting two members of my family ready for a short trip southward. What I am really doing is Not Watching My Son Graduate From High School.
He is, of course, at the high school watching his friends graduate. This is the night I have waited for for eighteen years, only it ain't happening. The tale of why it isn't going to happen is complicated. It's an idea I thought I had gotten used to, even told myself over and over that I was used to. The truth is: it sucks. I feel robbed. No "Pomp and Circumstance", no silly cap and gown, no graduation cards and gifts from the relatives, no cake with "Class of '05" on it. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
My son has chosen a path that he is not even aware of. The things that will fall into place for his friends will be a struggle for him from now on. He will have to decide, much too soon, how to support himself. As angry and hurt as I feel tonight, I feel exponentially sad for him.
And then, there is the Wonder Girl. Last night was her promotion to high school. Yes, dear readers, I am not now, nor will I ever be again, the mother of a middle school student! Halle-freakin'-lujah! I feel positively Set Free (with apologies to Songbird).
We spent yesterday afternoon smacking her with the pretty stick AKA playing "beauty school dropouts" as I did her nails, curled her hair, helped her into her dress, put 'fake-up' on her. She is stunning. She looks about nineteen when dolled up--somewhat disconcerting for a mom of a 14.5 year old.
When I got to the ceremony, I noticed that she was chosen (out of 200 kids) to draw the program cover! (she didn't tell me) I should tell you, gentle readers, that WG has already decided that she will be either an architect or a fashion designer when she grows up. Art is definitely her thing. And a see a few more graduations in her future.
She has a certain style about her. I tell her she was born from a different era. Many of the other girls did some form of fake bake, and got blonde highlights before this ceremony, so my WG stood out in her milky white skin and dark hair/eyes. Many of them were wearing slinky black short dresses and stilettos. She was wearing a 50's inspired (vintage looking) butter-yellow halter dress complete with crinolines. And silver ballet slippers. She is so cool it hurts.
Two kids--both fiercely independent of the popular trends. Both determined to make their own way in the world, in spite of/due to their parents' best efforts.
I love them both.
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