“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” – Anonymous
He tightens his tie and clears his throat. Tapping his feet as others find their seats, he looks at the clock to see how long until the spotlight is on him. Inside his pocket is the lucky rock you gave him. As you find your seat, you begin to reminisce over the smell of his skin after his first bath. Sifting through your purse for your cellphone, you can hear his first word, “dada,” as a photo of your husband and him rotates around in your mind.
He’s up on stage now, and the crowds of people around you are looking through the program as he bites his lower lip nervously, the way he used to before a game. You can see the world open up for him; all those long nights have finally paid off. Dad has finally found parking in the shade, and with a whiff of cologne, you know he’s near. As he sits next to you and holds your hand, you look up at your young man on stage, fiddling with his tassel. In this moment, you realize that he is shaping into the man God created him to be. Dad grabs a tissue out of his pocket and hands it to you. You quickly dab it near the inner and outer corner of your eyes and see your son’s life replay in a flash.
Suddenly, you can picture holding your first grandchild, and all these years begin to remind you that he’s finally growing up. The music plays, and as the valedictorian comes up to speak, you make eye contact with your special boy. Tears of pride roll down your face and you mouth the words, “I love you son,” which makes him stand up straight and smile wide. If you think this kindergarten graduation was hard, what are you going to do when he finishes high school?!
Sabrina Short, Staff Writer