My daughter graduates from high school this week.  It's been a month of bittersweet endings-the final band concert, the music awards, the school musical, the drama awards, the senior trip, auditions for graduation speaker, the prom, and now the big ceremony.  Over the past few weeks, I've become her secretary-scheduling hair appointments,  buying accessories to match a prom dress, helping address graduation announcements and party invitations.  This coming week we'll host a party to honor her achievements and celebrate with friends and family.  What a ride it's been...and I'm just the mother!

     I've had to tuck my own emotions away through all of the craziness.  I can't begin to imagine the void when she leaves for college in the fall.  Instead, we focus on the excitement of the present and memories of the past.  I remember her boarding the bus for kindergarten and never looking back.  Her zest for learning and outgoing nature have led her through many interesting doors.  She has succeeded and failed but always manages to bounce back with confidence to try again.

     When she was born,  my husband and I agreed that we didn't care if she was at the top of her class as long as she gave her best effort.  We were also determined to raise a child who could get along well with all kinds of people.  After watching her this past month, I feel we have succeeded. She spreads merriment wherever she goes and yet is always ready to lend a caring ear to a struggling friend.

     As parents we can't take credit for her accomplishments- we just share in the joy.  We'll burst with pride as she receives her diploma and takes the next step into adulthood. 

     These are days we'll remember.  Congratulations, Sally!