The following is an actual e-mail that I wrote to Emme’s boss (Emme is a life guard, btw.):
Emme told me that she has a mandatory in-service meeting Sunday morning, May 20th.
I have to play the mom card and ask you if there’s any way she can miss this meeting?
Why? That’s the morning that we have Senior Recognition at our church. The Seniors don their caps and gowns and stroll across the stage as baby pictures flash on the large screen. While their parents weep in the audience.
Why does this mean so much to me? I’ve homeschooled Emme for 13 long years. I’m still shocked that I ever taught her to read, as I was a reluctant homeschooling mom. I pretty much still am, but my children are actually turning out okay.
May 20th is about me. Not Emme. I could barely get her into her cap and gown to try the thing on, she could care less. In her mind she has already graduated and is poised on the brink of adulthood.
However, she has grown up in this church, and every year on Senior Recognition morning, I weep in the audience. Not because I know any of the Seniors, but I’ve dreamed of the day when Emme will walk across that stage. I’ve had the baby pictures all picked out for years. I wish I were kidding. I’ve been hoarding boxes of tissues when they go on BOGO at Publix for months.
So. Is there any way she can miss this meeting? If not, I suppose I could dress her sister up in the cap and gown and parade her up on the stage, but she looks nothing like her sister, and I think people might notice…..
Homeschooling mom of
Kristen, who I know to be good-natured, said that this event trumps work. I am forever in her debt. When Emme learned of this e-mail, I received yet another hard eye roll. One of many these last months, as she steps over her mother weeping uncontrollably while face down on the linoleum.