Graduating words.

Dear graduate,

in a few hours,

you'll step lively from childhood  

and all familiar stomping grounds,

leaving our expectations casually in the old backpack

and you will declare yourself grown-up

with a final toss of the cap to the wind.

You've grown 

with a mountain of do's and don'ts

a river of this and that

handed down from mother to daughter

father to son

generation after generation

protecting names and fortunes

so you could get to this moment with ease.

Your father and I are sending you out 

with a prayer:

that you continue to grow

responsible and hard-working

faithful,honest

and temperate.

You know a few things, most of which will not help you during stormy nights because you never have been alone before to fight fear and loneliness, even disappointment, a simple thing, like when friends forget to pick you up.  You had never doubted the loyalty of friends before. Now, all of you away from home, you will anticipate eating what and when you want; going to bed past bedtime, and having freedoms you never had at home.

We're proud of you!

We're behind you

onehundredpercent.

All this translates into three words: Don't F- Up!

(Guess what? You are bound to F-UP! sometimes. Know that humans do it without trying.)

But try to open that expectation backpack at least once a week. There, you will be reminded of what you should become, if you choose to become.

In all honesty? Don't waste your time and your family's fortune if you are going to F-Up. Just say so and save everyone future grief.

After all, this is your life. And now, you're fully in charge.

(You do know that we are all rooting for you, and watching out for you!)

Congratulations!

Love you always,

Mom and Dad

and siblings

and Grandpa and Grandma

and Auntie Anne

and Uncle Bill

and Cousins Jim and Joe,

and all our neighbors for whom you babysat and housesat, and delivered papers to.

(Don't forget to call us often. Even if it is for money needs.)