
Salt in an open wound. That’s how it feels.
What, you ask?
Those damn graduation banners every neighborhood has up.
For years, I’ve looked at them every May waiting patiently on my turn to have one with my kids name on it. This year was supposed to be it. This year was supposed to be the year that the graduation sign was up in my yard as I proudly boasted to my community that my darling first born daughter was graduating… and most likely at the top of her class. After all, she’s been in gifted classes since kindergarten.
But in the sting of reality, there is no banner at the front of my neighborhood, no sign in my yard, no announcements sent out by a proud Mama. To me, there is no reason to celebrate. Megan’s choices this past six months have crushed my hopes and dreams for her. While she partied, covered her body in tattoos, blew off school and shacked up with her boyfriend… her GPA dropped so low she lost any chance of getting any kind of scholarship. While she may still graduate on the 28th, (we still don’t know for sure yet if she has managed to bring her grades up so she can) it will be a bittersweet moment.
Ever since I was pregnant with her I have imagined that graduation day. I’ve imagined how proud I would feel, and how I would relish being her Mom at that moment. Now, to be completely honest, I’m dreading it. I’m dreading seeing her walk across the stage and thinking that she could have done so much more. If she had applied herself and done her best these last six months as she has done the whole rest of her school career, she could have had a full ride to a top notch college. Now she’ll be lucky if the community college takes her. We won’t go to graduation together. I’ll merely show up as a guest. She will arrive with her boyfriend. That’s just not the way I pictured it all those many years ago.
This hurts me so bad. I sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks dripping off my chin. I’ve cried many, many tears these last few months- but these are the worst. This is when all my fears come to fruition. All those years of dreams I had for my child are gone. I’m left with emptiness and sadness over what could have been. What SHOULD have been. It’s simply not fair.
So as you drive through your neighborhood these next few weeks and you pass those many graduation banners- think of me. Think of how this time last year, I had no idea I’d be sitting her today crying tears over what should have been. I thought this time last year I would be reveling in my daughter’s accomplishments, not disgusted with her losses. Please say a prayer for me that God will relieve me of some of this sadness and pain. I really don’t know how I’m going to make it through these next few weeks. It really is nearly unbearable… like salt in an open wound.



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