The final week

In less than a week I will be the mom of a child going to college. There are a lot of emotions that go with High School graduations.

This week I will cry when I see him dressed for his senior prom. John and I went to our senior prom...if I can dig up a photo of us I will post it.

I found the picture of John and I at my senior prom. Georgeous aren't we??


I will cry at his graduation on Saturday. Many people have asked me what does it feel like? I can't quite put a word to the emotion. Of course there is the happiness that he made it through High School, then there is the sadness that he is going to start to lead his own life. It has been quite the turbulent time the last few weeks in my house when he is home. He purposely goes out of his way to aggravate us, and say and do things he knows we don't like. I have talked to a few of you who have older children and you have all said that this is what they do to start the process of breaking away from their parents. Interesting.

Kyle has accomplished so much, and he has overcome a lot too. We are of course very proud of him. So that is another emotion. Then there is also a sense of excitement and worry for him going out in the real world. You see, there are many emotions tied up with this one event.


I always think of one poem when graduation rolls around: We have encouraged him to write, and take pictures and he has "taken the road least traveled".

I want for Kyle to always try things and to always "go for it".

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


It is my hope that he continues to look for this road and to create a path in life that will lead him to happiness in all areas.