Dear Psalm,
You graduated last night, from Kindergarten. And I held it together, I did.
You'd asked me, the day before, "Momma, are you gonna cry at my graduation?" (I had told you I'd try not to, but I couldn't make any promises.)
I didn't cry. At least outwardly.
At one point, watching the video that your teacher had put together, I thought I was going to "lose it," I felt the tears welling up...
And then I had the good sense to turn and look at you.
There you were, in the back row, laughing and talking to your friends, with a huge grin plastered on your face. You weren't concerned in the least about what was going on, about the Mammoth Moment I thought this was. No, you were happy, so happy, that I felt the tears receding. I suddenly didn't feel the need to indulge in my selfish moment of nostalgia.
Because this was Your Moment--and you were obviously HAPPY in this moment.
Smiling to myself, I held the camera up and tried again to get a picture of you smiling, laughing, smiling.
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I love you so, darling. Thank you for being a constant source of inspiration to me.
I'm proud of you--so very proud of you.
Love, Mommy
