When I started dating my wife her two kids were age 6 and 4. After a few months I was introduced to the kids. The six year old had just started 1st grade. Fast forward to today… today is her last day of high school. She graduates on Friday but today is her last day of class.
Oh how the time has flown. It seems like yesterday we were outside the Chuck E Cheese in Framingham and she was nervously hiding behind her mom. Yeah, I freaked her out that first day. I guess I’m kinda huge and maybe intimidating. I’m guessing by the time we went home that night she had learned what most people learn. She learned that I am a push over and she could walk all over me. Yup, I speak the truth.
She is one of, if not the, smartest people I know. How do you quantify smarts? I haven’t a clue. I should ask her, because she’s pretty smart. She is the valedictorian of her graduating class. There are some super smart kids in her class and she managed to finish on top. She’s super super smart. I am so proud that I am having trouble functioning through day to day activities. I feel like I am physically and mentally as proud as a human being can possibly get. Then I look at her mother and realize her level of proudness leaves mine in the dust. She looks like she’s about to explode with pride. I don’t blame her. Her daughter is pretty fricken amazing.
She is going off to college in the Fall, and that first step in the nest emptying process is going to hit us like a wrecking ball to the face. Let’s not worry about that now though. Let’s just celebrate the collective accomplishments of the last 12 years. Let’s just celebrate how that nervous little first grader grew up to be such an amazing person, and how we know she’s going to make a difference. If anyone is going to build the better mouse trap, it’s her. I can’t wait to see what she does next, even though part of me is wishing we could roll back the clock to when she and her brother were small enough that we somehow invented a goofy game where I would pick them up and drop them onto mom’s bed and they would laugh like they were about to split.