I am now the proud parent of a high school graduate.
Originally scheduled for May 17th, Grant was finally able to switch the tassel from right to left this past Sunday.
Thanks to COVID, instead of sitting in an air-conditioned church sanctuary, we sat in the church parking lot in our cars. Instead of “Pomp and Circumstance” ushering in a line of students in cap and gowns, a group of ten students at a time stepped out of their cars with facemasks on and walked to the end of the parking lot to cross the threshold from student to graduate.
This certainly wasn’t how I envisioned my son’s graduation to be. I wanted the traditional ceremony that we were accustomed to. I wanted to see my son give his valedictorian speech from an actual podium.
I grieved the fact that my son wouldn’t have a traditional graduation ceremony.
Grant, on the other hand, was going with the flow. He knew he would give his speech and didn’t care if it was a different kind of graduation ceremony; he just wanted to have a ceremony.
That’s when I knew that I needed to let go of my wishes and respect Grant’s wishes.
Learning to Fly
Parenting during this transitional time between high school end and college is interesting. We need to let our young adults make decisions about their future on their own, and yet, there are times when we need to ask when was the last time they brushed their teeth.
Last week, roommate selection opened up at Baylor. Every day since then, I have asked Grant if he has connected with anyone. And each day, I get the same response, “I will get to it when I get to it!” While, at times, this drives me insane, I have to take a deep breath and remember this is his life, his choice, and his decision. I need to bite my tongue, keep my mouth shut, and just pray – a lot.
My son is learning to fly, and he needs to do just that, leave the nest and fly. We have been preparing him for this moment, and it’s time to watch Grant soar!
If I learned anything from the COVID-19 ordeal, it’s that nothing is in my control. My sons are going to make decisions that I may not agree with. They will make mistakes, and they will fail at things. And they may even do something that I don’t approve of, and if and when this happens, I need to love them unconditionally. I have already begun to pray about this, and I hope with the Lord’s help when a situation does evolve, I can be a loving, supportive mom and not a raving lunatic.
To the Class of 2020
I know that this year did not go as expected. I wholeheartedly believe that you all will come out stronger for it. Go out and change the world. Go out and live for Christ. You got this! Remember what Paul said to Timothy, who was young…
I’m excited to see what the Lord will do in the lives of the 2020 graduates. Let’s continue to pray for them as they start to spread their wings!