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Last night I attended my son's graduation from junior college. It was, like most things in his life related to education, a long, hard-fought battle. But, just as he has every other time, he soldiered on, defied expectations, and emerged triumphant. This kid. Never. Gives. Up. His plan is to carry on, transfer to a 4-year, and obtain that coveted BA and I've no doubt he'll do it.
It was a great ceremony. Many of the graduates were the first members of their families to attend college. Many were in the military. The commencement speaker gave a shout-out to financial aid and programs to help working adults complete their educations. It was one of the most culturally diverse crowds I've been in for a long time.
And there was my kid, walking up to get his diploma (which he opened and was only momentarily disappointed to see that the document inside said, "Congratulations, your diploma will be mailed to you...") and beaming bright enough to light a path in front of him.
We came home and had the Seuss-inspired cake (which my son was skeptical of at first but very happy with once he saw me put the whole thing together) and next week we'll carry on the celebration at Disneyland. It's all good.
Meanwhile, it's the first day in almost three weeks that I don't have a cake pending or in progress.
I hardly know what to do with myself.
Obviously, I'll have to start planning the next.