You like that? I threw that f-bomb in there just for you. I don’t use it often but I know when I do you think I sound ridiculous so that one’s for you. When they call your name tonight I’ll scream “WAY TO GO M*THERF*CKER!!!!” just to see if I can get kicked out of the arena. I want your graduation day to be memorable, you see.
Sometimes I wonder that I talk about how awesome you are so often that you’ve become desensitized to it. Yeah…there goes my Mom again…talking about how wonderful I am…whatevs. But other times I worry that maybe I talk about it to Donnie, and to my friends, and on my blog, and Facebook…but how often do I tell you? So, I guess your graduation day is as good as any.
This year you’ve really shown me how ready you are to be an adult. You faced some big challenges, had to make some big decisions, and deal with the results of the decisions. And you did all of it with way more maturity than I show in the face of conflict at age 37. You did your first non-school play. You got your first real job. You worked that real job for more than 30 hours during your exam week. AND YOU LIVED TO TELL THE TALE. You still step up and take care of your brother and sister when we need you to. You still tolerate me sitting on your couch and eating a bowl of cereal and talking about my day.
(Sidenote: I first typed “eating a bowel of cereal” which I think may be the most hilarious and disgusting typo ever.)
And holy donkey balls, you’re hysterical. I have you listed on my “favorites” list on Twitter alongside Hank and John Green, Colonel Chris Hadfield, Chris Colfer, Darren Criss, Neil deGrasse Tyson, and Grace Helbig. Your tweets are always my favorite of my favorites. I literally laughed out loud at this one and wanted to tell everyone at the ballfield about it. But then I realized that would be weird.
You have introduced me to some of my greatest loves, not the least being the aforementioned “Favorites” on Twitter. For starters – you showed me Tumblr. It’s like you gave me my teenage room back and a new copy of Teen Beat every day to cut up and plaster on the walls. Tumblr has allowed me to continue being the Giggly Fangirl for all things Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Whedon, and even my first every You Tube Fiction Addiction: The Lizzy Bennet Diaries. Thank you for helping me maintain my status as the dorkiest girl around. And then there’s YouTube where I fell in love with many others besides Grace Helbig. There’s Tyler Oakley, and Mamrie Hart and of course…the Vlogbrothers.
Speaking of the Vlogbrothers, John Green is probably the best thing you introduced me to. And it took me so long to listen to you! Why????? But I did. Finally. And my life will never bee the same. I know own t-shirts and posters graced with his words and I watch his videos and hope to some day be at a book signing so I can tell him, “You give me a constant connection point with my oldest child. And for that? I thank you.”
My point in all this? Who in the HELL is going to keep me up to speed when you’re at college? I mean…your sister only watches “Kickin’ It” and your brother only watches “Power Rangers” so I’ve got my teen fighting shows covered, but beyond that? What am I going to do? You have to text me the cool stuff you’re discovering while you’re at Montevallo. Especially considering that campus seems full of my kind of people. I mean – I saw no less than 4 million people wearing Doctor Who shirts when we visited. Keep me in the loop with those people!
Congratulations for surviving your first 12 years of school. But mostly? Congratulations for surviving life to this point. I am so proud of the man you’ve become and I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I had faced half of the struggles you did in my teen years? I would not have shown as much grace or strength as you did. I definitely wouldn’t have worked during exam week. THAT SHIT WAS BANANAS. But you amaze me in every way. I’m so proud of everything you’ve done this year and I know I’ll continue being proud of everything you do in the future.
You graduate tonight with intelligence, but more importantly than that, you graduate with wisdom. And and compassionate heart. And a well-tested funny bone. And an amazing head of hair.
I love you. I’ll be the one scream-crying, “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” tonight when they call your name.