I like that we use "commencement" when we talk about graduation from high school. I like that it's more about beginning than ending.
There were over 460 seniors in Child 1's class this year. Over 460 red gowns and red mortar boards dutifully trailed down the steep concrete sides of the huge college gym (many of the girls managing it in teetery high heels which I found most impressive). Over 460 of them sat patiently and listened to speeches and songs, really only wanting to walk through that line, hold on to that small, red folder and be told they could move their tassels from left to right.
Only one of them was Child 1.
The child who isn't a child any more. The cautious, careful, concerned child who has become a confident, beautiful, talented adult.
Whom I am infinitely proud of.
Who has been patient all year with being an "it," but who asked me to share this with you, who have read and emailed and commented.
This is Child 1.
And she is beginning something wonderful.