Most of the details from my high school graduation have long since faded. What remains is a yellowed diploma and a handful of underexposed pictures of me, sulking and uncomfortable, in an ugly polka-dotted dress.
Remembering my underwhelming high school commencement, it was a natural choice to skip my college graduation. Besides, I was ready to escape New York City and start my life in Austin.
When I completed my master’s program, I decided to give pomp and circumstance another try. At the last minute, the University of Texas moved the ceremony for the School of Social Work to the aquatic center – poolside.
It was like getting my diploma at a swim meet.
I married a person with a similar event aversion. Our wedding was an impromptu occasion, with one guest, in the park next to the courthouse.
My husband earned two degrees and attended neither of his graduations.
It’s not surprising that our firstborn, Leo, currently a Ph.D. student, has yet to wear a cap and gown.
In a moment of delusion, I entertained high hopes for our second child’s 8th-grade graduation. It was Eli’s first real ceremony test.
In hindsight, with our family history, the messy, stressful outcome was predetermined. I should have known better than to ask a leopard to change his spots.
Eli went on to boycott his high school graduation. Unless pressured by his girlfriend, I am certain that he will pass on all formal events when he completes his degree next year.
This spring, 3.7 million high school seniors, the Class of 2020, expected to walk across the stage in their caps and gowns.
My twin daughters are in that number.
Unlike their older brothers, who inherited the anti-ceremony gene, my daughters were looking forward to their high school graduation.
I have to admit, sheepishly, that there is a part of me that is relieved.
Planned celebrations make me twitch.
I wish I were one of those people who glide effortlessly through significant events while nimbly navigating introductions, small talk, toasts, and smiling for the camera.
More often than not, my most treasured days appear unexpectedly. However, weeks on end with our four, mostly-grown, children under the same roof, without scattering obligations, was downright unimaginable.
The year began with the exciting prospect of an empty nest. I was so ready, even a bit antsy, for the next stage.
Now, just a few months later, I feel incredibly lucky to be stacked on top of each other, with every square inch of the house and garage turned into bedrooms, classrooms, offices, gyms, and kennels for our old dogs and my son’s puppy.
The endless cooking and clean-up, the binge-watching, the underlying boredom, the half-hearted home workouts, and the White Claw and tequila round-table discussions have combined with the ever-present COVID worry and distraction to form a closure that I didn’t know I needed.
Sheltering-in-place has been a time-machine back to our young family’s rhythm of meals, simple outings, and shared space but with a fast-forward appreciation of being together.
Even the predictable flares of old grudges are balanced with newly forged forgiveness and understanding.
We are becoming friends.
We have graduated.
Great, great piece. Loved the healing metaphor. 🙂
Thank you Lisa!
Dear Liddy – I am crying as I write, as you have captured the full run of your experience with your children, and yourself. Congratulations on seeing the rainbows, not just the clouds, this is a whole new world we are navigating, and none of us have oars or even boats!! Sending you love and encouragement. I am forwarding this to my son, whose 18-year-old son graduates this spring also. Thank you for opening my heart this morning.
On Fri, Apr 24, 2020 at 2:20 AM Days in the Fifties wrote:
> Daysinthefifties posted: ” Most of the details from my high school > graduation have long since faded. What remains is a yellowed diploma and a > handful of underexposed pictures of me, sulking and uncomfortable, in an > ugly polka-dotted dress. Remembering my underwhelming high ” >
Thanks, Kathy. I was eight months pregnant when I watched the second plane hit the Twin Towers on television and feared for the world and my kids. Now, as the girls graduate, the world has come together to keep the most vulnerable safe in a coordinated effort that seemed unimaginable. I am curious about how humanity will reboot. Like my dear friend Judy says, “the future is a fantasy, either way, so I choose to be hopeful.” Be well, and congratulations to your grandson on his graduation!
I love your blogs. I too had not too memorable HS graduation & skipped college one. Have a Senior in HS and college this year. The senior in College HS graduation was cancelled for a storm. Also failing empty nesting, but enjoying the time together and opportunity to slow down. Look for the silver linings and the blessings.
Thanks for reading. Love the silver linings, some of life’s best surprises!
Moved. And so with you on: “Planned celebrations make me twitch.”