A view from my side.
Kid#3 is officially done with high school. He graduated last night in what was actually a fairly decent graduation ceremony. The speakers had their say and kept it short, sweet and appropriate. The principal wasn’t too full of himself and the dignitaries on the stage simply sat, letting their presence be their statement. The family and friends gathered to celebrate were asked to hold applause and refrain from the hoots, hollers and shouts that so often end up ruining the occasion and for the most part, they obliged.
This is the last of my natural born children to graduate. There was some doubt for a while, everything hinging on a test score at the end of the semester, but he pulled it out and walked across the stage. As he closes a chapter in his life, he now has to figure out just what he wants to do. Having turned down athletic offers to attend college, he is looking forward to being, in his words, a “normal person.” Part of that means paying for college, paying for books, and paying for all sorts of things. I have no doubt he’s up to the challenge. I also have no doubt it will be a very, very interesting ride.
Still, my hat is off to him. Dylan, my youngest son, now officially, enters adulthood. I wish him well and will be there to point the way if he needs it.