My daughter snapped a picture of her graduation cake before we headed to the ceremony. She posted it on Instagram and immediately got tons of likes and an occasional, “I don’t know if I should laugh or cringe.”
“Laugh!,” she replied, “it’s hilarious.”
“It’s not every day you get hooded,” she said.
And she was right. It was a special day. Seeing the procession of hooded faculty entering the arena and then watching my daughter exit wearing a hood of her own.
I felt grateful all day.
“Do you feel more important now?,” I asked on the way to the restaurant.
“Not more important,” she replied, “just more accomplished.”
This morning I said, “I get why being hooded yesterday felt special. It’s kind of like you’ve entered the realm of sages, like you’re Obe Wan Kenobe.”
So my daughter is now a Jedi Warrior therapist who will begin her brand new job at 6:00 tomorrow morning.
This morning she got up early to run an errand.
When she returned she presented me with a Mother’s Day card and a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
I handed it right back to her.
“I didn’t get you flowers yesterday so these are for you.”
“We’ll both enjoy them then,” she said, as she put them in a vase.
Happy Mother’s Day to me!
Happy Mother’s day to you!