WARNING: This post is all about them. My girls. So feel free to click on by, as if I could stop you.
Every evening since last Tuesday my backside has been planted in some chair, in some crowded venue as I watched them do something, be somebody, be recognized for something or other. And there is more yet to come... I'm not complaining, just a wee weary.
Eldest has only two more days of school. Prom is Saturday. Graduation ceremony is on Monday. For anyone who doesn't understand what the final days of school for seniors are like I can generally sum it up as it must be like herding cats.
My daughter is sick of rules imposed by silly adults and prefers to do as she pleases. The restraint is killing her as she wants nothing more than to be set free.
"I just don't understand the reason behind much of the administration's graduation policies," said my daughter as we found a rare moment to sit together at the kitchen table.
My husband and I assured her that even in adulthood, one must still fight ill conceived legislation.
"Just look at congress," my husband pointed out.
My youngest is dancing through her junior year of high school-both literally and figuratively. We haven't seen her crack a book since the end of AP testing. Still, she made it into the National Honor Society and I admit getting teary-eyed watching her beautiful self dance on stage in the role of the 'Autumn Fairy' in the Cinderella ballet. Up next for her? Finding a summer J.O.B.
I took many family photos over the past several days, but this is one of my favorites of my youngest on stage. Check out that tu-tu sewn by her talented dance instructor!
