When my sons graduated in 2016 and 2017, we celebrated with friends and family at our place. We live in a school district where some parents ordered food trucks for their parties. Ours were more DYI, so I tried to add special touches using pictures and memoribilia that spanned the boys’ lives.
Following the festivities each year, I took all the personalized decor and put it in a pile in our “office” spare room. I use the term “office” very loosely because it’s really been our, “I’ll just put it in here and close the door” room.
Today, I finally went back to those school pictures and projects, sorting, reminiscing, and boxing up the honor cords and diplomas. And I cried. As much as those busy, mischievous, troublemaking, loving boys tested my patience, I now look back with fondness and wonder.
Many years ago, when my sons were two and three, I had them sitting side-by-side in the cart at Costco. I can’t remember if I was acting as referee or trying to contain their antics. We just needed to get through the checkout line. An older gentleman in the next line smiled and said, “Enjoy. It gives so fast.” I replied, “Well, it’s been the longest three years of my life!”
I am so grateful for all those years.
SurvivingSara 