She did it!
Dagmar finished up the paramedic program and is a national exam away from being a full- fledged medic!
She graduated last weekend.
With high honors.
And a huge sigh of relief.
It’s been a tough road with long hours and lots of important information.
Twelve hour shifts followed by hours of classroom work.
But she did it.
And she did it well.
At one point in the weekend as we shopped for her new apartment she laughingly said, “Look at me Mom, being the adult.”
I am looking, sweetie.
And I’m really proud of you!
Graduation is tomorrow.
Everybody’s been asking me if I’m ready for the big day.
Well – the house is clean, the food is prepped, the invitations are sent, the cap and gown are pressed and we have several house projects completed in anticipation of the after-graduation party.
But am I ready?
Is it ever possible to be ready for major life changes? Was I ready when Matt was born? When we sat down at the kitchen table and started school? When he started driving?
Yet – at this point – after all the planning and preparations – I think I’m ready to just get it done and get back to normal.
But wait – that’s the problem isn’t it.
After tomorrow our “normal” will be different.
At the end of the summer there will be only be four students sitting around our table doing school.
My first-born will be out of the nest.
And it’s that thought – dear friends – that leaves me in a puddle.
When my sister Teresa graduated her oldest – she would burst into tears whenever anyone even said the word graduation.
I used to tease her about it.
I guess it’s my turn now.
Somebody please pass me the tissues – ready or not – here we go!