Red Carpet Week
This is it. The week leading up to Liam’s graduation. Full of celebration and anticipation. In truth, so far, it hasn’t been quite as hard as I expected. I know, I know. There’s no saying what the actual graduation ceremony will hold for me, but I thought the weeping and wailing and rocking in a corner would have started by now and it hasn’t.
The school calls it Red Carpet Week as there are little ceremonies along the way. We’ll have his last glamour photo shoot before senior ball, some sort of academic recognition assembly, and then a talent show. And get this, Liam has signed up to be the MC at the request of his friend.
I’m going to first take a moment to be grateful that the thing my kid was peer pressured into in high school was taking the stage. Amen and amen. Let me also say this, I could brag all day about Liam’s gifts, but having a stage presence is not one of them. As a theater girl myself, I was a little sad about that at first but am totally fine with it now. With the announcement of this gig I tried to hide my, “oh my word this will be painful for the audience” face, but Liam looked at me and said, “Aren’t you so proud I’m doing something different and out of my comfort zone?” Excuse me while I take a victory lap.
I continue to try to cram in parenting:
The belt makes the man. Be kind. Check your white male privilege. Read the news. Consent is a sober, enthusiastic necessity. Look up from the screen and talk to people. Run faster. Live your life. Respond to texts from your mom. Use your words. No really, use your words. Have some feelings and name them. Chocolate chips belong in pancakes. Make good choices, make good friends.
We just had a great wrestling match and both got scolded by Garreth with each of us saying s/he started it. We each have the injuries to show that wrestling with your young adult man child is a little more dangerous than it was when he was four. We’ve paged through his yearbook in which he thanks toast for being delicious while everyone else thanks their parents and friends for being supportive and awesome. Liam is already filling out forms for college giving a fair assessment of who he is – a little messy, an early to sleep kid, horrible at time management, down with sharing food and stuff. We’re on the precipice of looking ahead and celebrating the culmination of time.
This was my text to Garreth today – You left me unsupervised with my debit card four days before my son’s graduation so what just happened is on you. I’m not someone who typically goes overboard but I will be vomiting tacky decorations all over the house. The moment feels ripe for it.
I’ve got this. This kid. So much to celebrate.