Spencer graduated a week from yesterday.
I really should have written about it before now but honestly, it just hasn't been that easy for me.
At first, I wasn't sure why. I mean, we had a lot of people from both sides of the family here to help Spence celebrate. And though he doesn't like the limelight, he did enjoy having everyone here, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and of course Chris, Wren and me.
Naturally, having all of those people come to our house, most of whom had never seen it, was cause for excitement for all of us.
And panic.
We wanted the house to be especially warm and inviting and while it was okay before we started the graduation countdown, we made it downright impressive. By impressive, I mean we actually hung up some pictures, purged more from the basement and cleaned, cleaned, cleaned.
As my sister, Marie, says, "There's nothing like family coming to visit to make you get stuff done."
And so we stayed very busy right up until people started to arrive. Then we stayed busy visiting with everyone, taking lots of pictures, and going to graduation. Spencer marched in with his classmates, a sea of blue and white. He graduated Magna Cum Laude.
All of us are so proud of him.
Then on Sunday afternoon, when everyone was gone and we could sort of flop out on the sofa, I started crying. I don't mean I got a little weepy, I mean I
cried.
Loudly.
"What's wrong?" Chris said.
"I don't know," I sobbed.
Though we were both pretty sure it had something to do with our second, and last, child graduating from high school, going off to college in the Fall. We had been so busy right up until the graduation that I hadn't let myself think about what was actually happening.
My father used to tell me that the time between when my sisters and me were babies to when we were graduating from high school was a blink, the time goes by so fast.
He's right. It really does happen like that.
When Wren and Spencer were babies, people would say 'Enjoy them while they're little!' I thought that was so odd, like I wouldn't enjoy them once they got too big to cuddle. Personally, I had every intention of enjoying them for the rest of their lives.
And I have.
Even with all the work it takes to raise up your kids, including the last high school graduation, it's worth all the blood and sweat, and the tears.
Especially the tears.