The anticipation flittered for months-this monumental moment which would never be duplicated in our family. A time when everything else in life comes to a screeching halt and history stamps its imprint on a legacy birthed many years ago.
Three children and three graduations…high school, college and graduate school. A triple header of sorts, one right after the other. Each passing a different mile marker on their journey, but all converging at the same time to share in their achievements.
I am awe-struck at the wonder of life swelling so big it cannot be contained.
As parents, our days are spent one by one, and these legacy markers are barely visible in the distance, until they finally get so close and become so touchable, our heart is surely going to burst right out of our chest with excitement.
Then comes the slide show…the one where they ascend the steps and make their way across to the stage for their moment of recognition, and we are trying to hold it all together.
All the while, in our memory we see our babies crawling and taking their first wobbly steps and waving from the school bus, and it is all we can do to stay in our seat.
Like a beautifully orchestrated movie trailer, we remember every tussle and tear as they pressed through obstacles to claim their place in this wild world. We recall every tender snuggle when all they really needed was the assurance that we were with them and for them.
We relive the best of days and shake our head at how we ever got through the worst of days.
Just as they descend the steps, we close our eyes, soak in the emotions passing through the lens of a memory we vowed always to keep sharp, and we wonder…where did all the years go.
These are the sweet kisses of life-the ones that linger and grow deeper with each remembering.
Announcements to buy and mail, gowns to rent, meet-ups to coordinate, reservations to secure, photos to snap, and with the last degree conferred…we celebrate!
We are not just celebrating events and accomplishments. We are applauding life itself. How it moves, expands and chisels and shapes, until the person we gave birth to becomes far more than we ever dreamed.
Why do we celebrate?
Because this is the good stuff. This is the stuff that mends and heals. This is the eraser that wipes away the labor pains, the late night worrying, and all the conflicts and struggles it took to get to here. This is the final burning and purifying in the kiln to make a way for us to see the purpose and beauty of the journey.
Sure, we would probably have done some things differently, but we still got here, and the journey makes the celebrating that much sweeter.
And here is where we realize it was all worth it!
What are some of your sweetest celebrations?
How have these celebrations shaped your own life and legacy?
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