Proms and Graduations and Birthdays, Oh My

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So, between being without a computer and all the activity around my daughter’s graduation from high school–including three proms–

I’ve not have a minute to think, much less blog.

Throw in my son’s baseball career (he’s only 12, but it feels like an occupation), where they play up to several games a week. The team made it to number one under husband/coach Cliff’s guidance only to lose the championship. Ford had pitched beautifully all season and with one hit, bases loaded, they lost the game. He felt responsible, even though there was a major fielding error that could’ve cost the game. Ford wasn’t considering that–he was devastated and so were we. Exhausting.

Then there was my Dad turning 88 on Father’s Day–a triple celebration of which I am was in charge and was produced a day after I drove to Philadelphia and back for my daughter’s boyfriend’s graduation party.

The next week, we hosted a pre-prom party at our house.

All of this is great stuff.

Seeing my first born walk across the field  (in her knock off Valentino shoes), so poised and happy with her honors sash over her gown, I brimmed over with emotion. To my left a group of parents of Baldwin’s classmates from all the way back to pre-school. We all became friends at the Montclair Co-Op. On this day, we celebrated all of our kids. Yes, the tears were flowing, some of my reaction was relief. I had run a lot of this race with her–suffering with her through the defeats and celebrating the triumphs.

I am so proud of her. I’m grateful to my family and friends who helped Cliff and me help her get to Sarah Lawrence.

I am exhausted.

I am happy.

I just wish my Mom were here to see it.