If you dropped me straight from my HS grad into yesterday's highschool graduation, I would have had no idea what those children were talking about. What is a "selfie"?I sat with baited breath waiting for my baby to appear out of that corridor. Why are we named with a W and all the way in the back of the line? It seemed like yesterday that her dad went to the store to deck her out in ladybug buttons to bring her home from the hospital. Where did the time go? It takes so long to get to see her. Thank God they had the photos of the graduates on the big screen. I almost forgot what she looked like, I've seen so little of her, lately. We used to color together. We used to play Hello Kitty. Sunflower dancing was her claim to fame in our family and so quickly, she's a woman graduating. I had my cry in the CVS, thinking about how to express my missing the little "thing 2 that has blossomed into a High School graduate.
I will compose myself. I will not baul through the ceremony about my coloring partner having grown up. It was a celebration.
Suddenly, this handsome young fellow appears on the stage, He was school president and no wonder he is so comfortable in front of a huge audience and oriented us, seamlessly into the celebration of the class of 2014. He looked like he had come out of "Moonlight Bay". hey, wait, that was about a hundred years ago now. Did they graduate people way back then? I remember thinking that about older people, like my grandmother and mother, etc. Now, I am the older person. Relevant? Old School? Dinosaur? The balancing generation, I've decided.He said, We are done, let's applaud ourselves, no, let's take out our device and take a "selfie". I was in tears, laughing at how things change and things stay the same. Here was my baby and her class learning to use their media for usefulness in the world, the same as "Gordon Macrae and Shirley Jones", in the movies and "Theo and Justine" on the Cosby Show and all of the renditions of the "Same Old Song" playing over and over again. All at once, the waiting was worth it. They called her name! Evelyn Hope Walker, I heard the doctor say, "it's a girl!" Every starring moment flooded my mind for that one moment and she wisked across the stage, with my heart in her hands and then! She was graduated. They are setting sail into life and I am glad for them. My Evie celebrated with us and went out afterward, with her mom's full confidence that she will make us proud. I stopped crying long enough to write this blog, so, I will be alright!