Where's My Mortarboard?



It's the third one from the right.

                        We attended the first of several graduations for our family this year.   My niece, Katie, was one of the group of seniors wearing purple and gold at the graduation at Lavaca High School.

As Pomp and Circumstance played in the background my thoughts drifted to their younger days.

It seems as if it were just yesterday they were babes in diapers, playing in Grandma’s back yard.  Or performing for us in costumes made by combining the findings from the bottom of a toy chest with their pile of dirty clothes from the bathroom floor.  Their laughter streamed through the house like a favorite song from the radio. And as long as we could hear them we didn’t worry too much about what they were up to.

Fast forward to the next weekend where Katie is in the audience and Alison is the one moving the tassel from one side to the other. 

And at the same time Zane is attending his own graduation in the next town.  My memories this night were of the many miles they covered one 1/2 mile at a time while traveling from one house to the other – first on foot, then bike, four-wheeler and eventually by car. 

Here they are in their caps and gowns, drawing close this chapter of their life known as high school.   Pride spills from within as I look at them and their siblings and think to myself “We made it and didn’t we do good!” 

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LIFE LESSON:  ” Time waits for no man.”  And when one door closes another one is opening.  I can hardly wait to see what the future brings for these three.