Our son graduates this week and I am flooded with memories. Soccer games, parent teacher conferences, California days, a young boy dressed as Thomas Edison...the list goes on. While I like to joke (I believe I even recently resigned) that I'm ready for him to move on and out, the truth is, I will miss it like nothing else. I will watch young mothers with an aching heart as they cheer on their children from the sidelines. What a journey it has been. I wouldn't trade a moment of it, well, maybe one or two. But in those moments I earned my mom badge.
I wear it proudly.