BLACK HAWK - I love graduation season. It is exciting to see the students reach a big milestone, celebrate, and be ready to move on to the next steps in life.
As a middle and high school teacher I was always so proud of my students as we celebrated the eighth grade and senior graduations. I always had a mix of emotions because some kids are sad to say goodbye to, but you know you can only be your student’s teacher for a short period of time. I still smile remembering so many of my former students.
Many times when kids were getting academic honors I have wanted to stand up and say, “This is great, but can we also, please, acknowledge and truly see ALL the kids who have worked so hard day in and day out to pass the classes. For some, getting a C is a huge accomplishment for them.”
I believe everyone has talents and gifts. I hope that every graduate this year has felt loved and cared for. Otherwise, as schools and communities we need to do a better job.
As a journalist and editor I need to prepare myself and get organized for graduation season every year. It is a lot of work for a local newspaper. We want to honor our local graduates and their families. We want the community to see and feel the accomplishments of our schools and students.
This was the first year I was hit by a flying mortarboard. And I noticed my knees are not as strong as they have been in years past. Next May, I will not fear flying mortarboards and I will get my legs in better graduation photography shape.
As a mom this graduation season was special. I had a fifth grader and an eighth grader graduate from their respective Nederland schools.
My daughter read her “I am” poem that was very touching and honest, which caused me to forget that I was to be mom and journalist during the ceremony. My son walked strong into the auditorium and up on the stage with no assistance from me or any equipment—that would not have happened seven months ago.
I am a proud mom (as I know the other parents are, too). Our path has had some rocks and boulders in it lately. My kids are feeling apprehensive about high school and middle school. They do not know what to expect and they have some fear. They also have a tremendous amount of perseverance and courage.
My hope for all the graduates every year who I see crossing that stage as I take their photo is that they have the courage to embrace change in their life, not fear it. I hope they make wise choices and learn from their mistakes. Be kind and compassionate. Hug your parent(s)—and parents, hug your kids.
Showing your love is always the right thing to do.
