Tuesday, November 1, 2011
But I was avoiding the topic—preposterously thinking that if I didn't pay attention, this thing wouldn't come to pass. That this child of mine—so loved, so dear, so smart—would not take yet another step away from the childhood I treasured. I've just wanted time to stop.
But it does not, and we have made our reservations, and I will be a proud, emotional, grateful mother in that graduating mix next May. I will be there, but when those caps get tossed, I don't expect to be able to see.