Graduation Time Again

One year ago, my youngest daughter graduated from high school. I have a few tears in my eyes thinking about how quickly time flies. Last week, she was home for only 5 days after completing her first year of college. It is almost unbelievable that she will be a sophomore at Uni( a slang word for university in the UK).

I just returned from Washington DC where she has a summer internship in communications. She is an amazing journalist and she is learning from the best. She was offered two internships during a time when many college students can not find one job. I feel blessed that all of her hard work has finally paid off.

She edits my writing and when I publish my book her touch will be evident. I am proud to say that she is an amazing writer. Her favorite high school teacher, approached her sister at an event last month. He told my oldest daughter that her sister was one of the best writers he had ever taught.

Do you see me beaming? My smile reaches across the page.

I miss her very much this summer. She was home for most of last summer. She was having the time of her life. She attended more graduation parties than anyone that I have ever known. It seemed as if the parties would go on forever. She traveled to the Dominican Republic, New York and Connecticut. She was even supposed to go to Tennessee for the Bonnaroo Music Festival with a group of her classmates. They were going to sleep in tents and live like the flower children of the 60's. She was supposed to drive for 10 hours with 2 friends and then camp out for 3 days in the woods.

The experience sounded like a repeat of Woodstock. In 2010, we visited the famous site of the Woodstock Music festival in upstate New York. My daughter loved it. My daughter has always been a fan of the 60's. She took a class in high school called "Music of the 60's". She got an A in the class. I sometimes think that she was a "love child" in another life.

I am happy to report that after months of worry, she decided not to go the music festival in Tennessee. I was so relieved that she did not to go. I still worry about her driving on the highway. I guess I need to accept that she is only months away from not being a teenager anymore.

Where did the time go? Twenty years ago, I was moving to a new city, starting a new job, buying a house and pregnant with my second baby. That baby is now 19.5 years old.

"Life is a journey, not a destination." Souza

Enjoy the journey. When your children are born, you never know where their journey will take you.

DAYM