|Image borrowed from The University of Alabama|
Even though my family insisted and begged and pleaded that I walk across the stage and accept my hard-earned degrees, at the time, I didn't find it necessary. I had moved on. I had already commenced the next step.
Well, here's your chance, Mom and Dad, soak this in: you were right. I should have gone. I should have taken at least an hour or a weekend to pat myself on the back but more importantly to reward YOU for the support you provided. You willingly sent checks for more $200 art history textbooks. You listened when I experienced the woes of dorm room drama. You joined in conversations about what I was studying. You allowed me to pursue my studies freely and to focus on learning (oh, okay and just sometimes on frat parties and football games). I really should have allowed you just one day to revel in it.
As another spring rolls into summer, graduations are happening all across America. It makes me nostalgic to return to those days when I had to (or got to, rather) spend hours in the library or days crafting essays. Now, I recognize what a gift that moment in my life was.
As I've moved into my thirties and brought my own child into this world, I hope I can raise her to figure out WHY she was born. I hope I can bring her up to know the value of education. And, I hope I can convince her to attend her own graduation.