Leesa’s Life

My daughter’s high school graduation was Friday night. All day leading up to the big event, I cried. Over every. little. thing. I cried when I woke up and realized it was The Day. I cried at the hairdresser’s while getting my hair done. I cried in the shower that afternoon. I cried getting dressed. I cried on the drive to school. And then…an amazing thing happened. I think I cried myself dry. No more tears flowed that evening. When my daughter walked in, the only emotion I felt was extreme pride. I thought when they played the Senior video (showing the kids throughout the years) that the tears would flow again, but nope. I held firm. And then the big moment came and my daughter walked up the stage, the principal called her name, she received her diploma. No tears, but a big round of applause and a loud “Woooooo Miranda” escaped my mouth (she said she about dropped of embarrassment when she heard me) and then the final event, the tassel moving from right to left to signify that she had graduated and still, no tears. I just about burst with pride, but thankfully no tears. I know nobody would have thought anything of it if I had teared up, but I, for one, didn’t want to leave the gym with a red, runny nose and bloodshot eyes. Besides, we had to take pictures afterwards and I had to look my best, right?