Oldest Son's Graduation

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sitting high upon the bleachers to get a good view of the made-up stage. A castle drawbridge with banners flying above it, the backdrop for the walkway soon to be walked upon by many outstanding students. Announcements, Star Spangled Banner, Pledge of Allegiance, and noted teachers making their speeches. At last, students standing row by row, single file, waiting for their names of distinction to be called. An eternity goes by, then suddenly my son is standing, walking, waiting to be called onto the imaginary red carpet, as he strides proudly across the walkway suspended slightly in the air. Then it happens, they call his name, mispronounce it, but my son walks without any hesitation or break in stride, to receive his diploma, his moment in the spotlight. Tears in my eyes, I quietly clap with dignity for my son, I couldn't be prouder, my love for him overflowing. Such a joyous moment in the life of a Mother, there are no words to express how proud I am of him. This moment in time reminding me of past moments in his life when I was proud to be his Mother. And now, once again, he has touched my life with his achievement and I can only say, so humbly, how very proud I am, to be his Mother. (5/16/96)

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