Last month I thought I was all smart and crafty by downing Airbourne like crazy when I felt a cold coming on. That “Stage One” feeling lasted for a few days and poof! Away it went. Clever, clever me!
Or so I thought. Little did I know it was brewing under my skin, waiting for the right time to plan the next attack. That came Sunday morning. I woke up at a hearty “Stage Two” level – much too progressed for Airbourne. Ooooh, mama, it was a mean one. My bed held me captive until this morning when I forced myself to overcome it.
Next on my to-do list? Vitamins. Daily! Oh…and a little thing called rest too.
I woke up early this morning, feeling crisp. I tidied up my room, changed the sheets, showered, and got to work. Over the course of the day, lots of cool news relating to Crafty Chica stuff drifted my way. But it hardly sank in because the highlight of May 28th, 2008 is that my son, DeAngelo, graduates from high school tonight!
Let’s pause to “Woo-hoo” in his honor….OK, thanks!!
On our way to the ceremony, I realized I forgot tissues. A cold AND a weepy graduation ceremony? Not good. They would need to section me off with yellow caution tape. As we walked across the parking lot to the auditorium, Patrick whipped out a red bandanna from his back pocket and handed it to me.
We’ve been married 18 years, and I still am learning new things about my man. Who knew he carried a red bandanna in his back pocket? I didn’t.
At first I laughed, like I would not dare be seen blowing my nose or wiping my eyes with a red bandanna. Hello? It didn’t match with my dressy graduation mom outfit.
Patrick shot me an “I am so offended” return glance with a “Take it or leave it” head tilt as a chaser.
I took the bandanna.
He then told me that when he was a teenager, before he would go out on a date, his grandpa used to hand him two hankies: One in his back pocket for him, and the second one in his front pocket for his date. All of a sudden, I loved the red bandanna (even if it did come from his back pocket and not his front).
I’m so glad I did. I drenched every thread of that thing and was dang proud to do so. It also shielded my cough from innocent bystanders!
After the ceremony, we took gobs of pictures and went to dinner at DeAngelo’s favorite eatery – Denny’s! (Don’t ask. Comfort food, I guess.)
Here is my message to all of you parents of small kids – make the most of your time with them. It’s harder when they are older because they become busy with their friends and activities, but I can’t even begin to lecture how fast time speeds by once they start high school. One day you are giving them a “Don’t be scared, you’ll meet new friends!” pep talk, and the next thing you know, you’re dabbing tears away, watching them on the Jumbotron as they walk across the stage and flip the tassel to the other side of the cap.
*Fanning eyes with hands to keep them dry*
Here is a picture of us with DeAngelo back in the day. And then a picture of Maya with DeAngelo tonight. Wow. See what I mean?
Love & light,