I’ve been tragically slow at getting Kait’s graduation post up. It isn’t for no reason. And it isn’t because it wasn’t a big deal to me. In fact, just the opposite. I’ve been sitting on this post since last Saturday because I just couldn’t come up with any words that accurately expressed my delight in my daughter’s graduation from high school.
And I still can’t.
But I must get the post written. Family is waiting.
The day was crazy. Actually, the whole week before graduation day was crazy though I can’t pinpoint why. Just everything seemed magnified. Like when the kids were all being loud and it normally sounds like kids being loud but that week it sounded like a team of helicopters landing in the back yard. Constantly. That kind of magnified. It may not have had anything to do with the graduation ceremony coming up, but it felt like it did. Everything felt related to that event.
Good things were magnified too. Time spent with friends felt much more valuable. My dad flying in to surprise Kait on her special day was definitely awesome. And the gift of a Kindle along with $100 in gift cards to fill it with books from Papa, Nona, Uncle Frank, Aunt Carrie, Uncle Matt and Aunt Nina was so generous and thoughtful and is very much treasured. And Kait walking in to the auditorium along with 22 other homeschool graduates in step with Pomp And Circumstance played by a very young homeschooling orchestra was a feeling not easily described.
Our homeschool graduation ceremony is not like those traditional school ceremonies. We, the parents, present the diploma. We also get to say a few words if we choose. Ryan definitely chose. He read a verse to Kait and said something meaningful about her being an arrow shot from his bow. I don’t remember exactly what because he had a microphone and an auditorium full of people were looking directly at us. It was meaningful though. And a little nerve wracking. I didn’t trip and fall.
Kait did trip, however. But not on the graduation stage. It was later. And she didn’t fall, really. I didn’t see her actually trip but I heard it, thought to myself, I hope that wasn’t Kait, and turned to see about 4 young men jump out to help her. These homeschooled boys are just like that. Very chivalrous. And that’s the only reason I’m telling the story.
There are no words to describe the feeling of your first child being born. Yeah, we say it’s amazing, wonderful, and all kinds of lovey stuff. But really, nothing accurately describes their birth. And now I’ve felt how similar the feeling is when that first child graduates from high school. Adult hood is RIGHTTHERE and you get to watch it and be a part of it but it’s theirs and not yours so you must just let them. And while they are separating from you, becoming their own person, you might say it’s amazing and wonderful and all kinds of lovey stuff. But that doesn’t accurately describe watching them becoming adults. And it doesn’t describe the pain that comes with watching them grow away. Knowing they aren’t necessarily leaving you, but they are being ripped from you much the same way they were when they were first born.
It’s a complicated feeling. One I have trouble with.
She’s grown up so beautifully. Inside and out she is everything I could ever ask for in a daughter. And while she’s only 16 and still has a few years of carefree childhood left, I see the adult Kait in her every single day. It makes me leap for joy inside.
As for those of you who are dying to know what she’s planning to do with her life…
Kait has found her calling in the domestic arts. She will no doubt make some man a very wonderful wife someday and will most definitely be a much better mother than I could ever hope to be. Until that time comes, however, she is persistent at increasing her mind through research, study, and reading historical stories. Most interesting to her right now is Biblical history. She is also writing two historical fiction novels, one with her friend, Katy, and one on her own. And she has taken over much of the boys schooling and is currently organizing their summer reading lists.
She has a review blog here where she focuses on reviewing Christian works for girls from the tween ages through young adult. You should check it out.
And that’s not all. Good grief the girl is ambitious. I couldn’t possibly list all her interests here. Photography, animal husbandry, dog training, gardening, etc…
I am so glad to call you daughter. And even happier that you are growing into someone I am delighted to call friend. We have been able to share so many new things together this past year as you have become more woman and less child and that makes my heart sing. Congratulations on your high school graduation. Your dad and I are so proud of you. I wish I could come up with the right words to explain to you the joy you have brought me these last 16 years, but anything I might say will most definitely come out as a complete failure compaired with the feelings I have about it all. So I’ll just say I think you’re awesome.
I love you, Kid.