The Graduate

gradThat picture, minus the date, is how I felt when I sat for hours watching the graduating class of my sons’ take their diploma and walk away into the night. A group of young adults, weathering the tests, classes, and teachers for the past 13 years…out in the real world now. It was surreal. My baby boy. The one who cried so hard when I left him at the little church preschool when he was 4 years old…now a graduate. I remember not being able to take hearing him cry. I called my husband from the parking lot and told him he would be taking him from now on. He couldn’t do it either. So I called my mother to drop him off. Eventually it got better. He acclimated to the other children and settled in. But boy was it tough.

He never gave me any trouble in school. Always a straight ‘A’ student, very conscious of his GPA, and rarely ever missing a day. I had it easy being his mom. And then the night came to see it end. No more seeing him pulling his hair at the counter, trying to squeeze out another page to his already 7 page long paper. No more having him ride the bus for the 45 minutes it took to get to the school. No more curfew to get the bed so he could wake up at 5 in order to ride the bus! He is now officially in limbo until he finds a job and waits to go to college in the fall.

So how do I feel about it all? Old. I no longer can say I have 5 in school. I have four in school and one going to college. Ahh…it gives me shivers. One is out. OUT, I tell you. Out among the other responsible citizens of the world. Able to vote, able to work, go to jail if he’s bad. (although I highly doubt it…still, he could go) I’ve got an adult on my hands. No, I won’t say it too often in my mind. I can’t. To admit it means I’ve lost a little bit of the world I’ve lived in for so long a time. I prefer denial. When I see him meandering in the hall after all the others have gone to school, I simply say to myself he’s just out for the day. It gets me through it. Don’t ask me what I’ll do when fall really comes and I have to leave him at that college. I think he may have to call my mom to take me home because he can’t take the crying! 🙂


Weekend Getaway

beaufortThis picture was taken in Beaufort, SC. I had the privilege to get some time away this weekend and travel down there to take a look at a few places. I LOVE the low country. Let me just say that again. I LOVE the low country. I love the trees, I love the marsh, I love the water. I love it.

I had no idea what Beaufort was all about. I had seen it in my Southern Living magazine and thought, hmm…let’s go and take a look. First, it is a marine town. I don’t know why I didn’t know this, but Marines are everywhere. Or, should I say Marine stuff is everywhere. Stickers on cars, plaques in restaurants, signs….everything. Come to think of it, isn’t Beaufort the place where Army Wives takes place? I’ll have to check.

From the downtown area, I visited Bluffton. This had some outlets, more shopping plazas, and places to eat. I also drove to Lady’s Island. Here it was residential mostly, and offered some golf. Who doesn’t have golf, right? But what drove me specifically to the Beaufort location was a little planned town called Habersham. Well, you drove through Beaufort to get there. Actually it is in Beaufort, but kind of not really. You definitely know when one stopped and the other began. Habersham is like out of a movie set. It practically slams you in the face with the homes, ponds, and water view. It is CRAZY! There isn’t one house that’s ugly. None that is missing colorful, perfect flowers over-blooming in glazed containers, sitting on perfect porches. (Did I mention that every house has a ginormous porch? This encourages porch sitting and talking to one’s neighbor). Not one of the homes has paint chipping, a blade of grass askew, or a missing Welcome mat. It’s CRAZY! A bit too perfect. The picture in my post was taken from the street of one of the homes. Pretty, huh?

The weather was a wonderful 88 degrees, and no humidity. It was sad to return to our 60 degree, breezy day here. But I certainly missed everyone. I felt a bit indulgent taking the weekend for myself. Everyone survived though, and now we’re all tucked in and ready for the week ahead. I’m glad I got to go away for a bit, because this week is going to be maddening. My oldest graduates school and turns 18 all on the same day. Lord help me now! I don’t know if I’ll survive all the changes about to come. Maybe going away is what I needed for the storm that’s brewing in. 🙂