My daughter graduated tonight.
So yes, you are going to get yet another post from me. Because I am so very proud of her, but like all writers, I am better at expressing myself with the written word.
I love my daughter. We've been through some tough shit together. Pardon the language, but there really is no other word for it.
We've laughed, we've cried. We've screamed at each other. We are mother and daughter and so much alike in so many ways. But we are opposites as well.
She struggled in high school, trying to keep up with everyone when she didn't quite grasp things as quickly as everyone else and she wanted to give up, give in.
But she didn't.
She kept moving on, she kept working hard and moving forward.
I'm so glad she found Flex High School. She found a niche where she could be herself.
I have to admit, there were times when I was right there with her, offering up the way out, but I think that is what solidified her motivation. She wanted to prove me wrong.
And she did. I'm glad she proved me wrong, glad she put up the good fight. I wouldn't have had it any other way. She is her mother's daughter. She doesn't back down from a fight when she knows she is right or it is for the best. She has a strong work ethic and is very talented.
I'm very proud of her. I would have said so tonight during the ceremony when they asked any of the guests to speak, but I knew I would have turned into a blubbering fool. She spoke and thanked her teachers, her friends and her family. But, like her mom, she got emotional as well.
So congratulations, my beautiful girl. You are working hard for your future.