Any of you who have read this blog more than once know that I am an adoptive parent. So, not a real mother; hence the name of this blog. A’s first mother, M, has had a tough time of it since placing her daughter with us. Several years ago, M began working toward a bachelor’s degree in business. And last Saturday, she finally received her degree.
M invited us about 3 weeks ago. It’s a pretty big deal for all of us: we’ve never been invited to a family gathering of M’s family, and the majority of the people there would be seeing her for the first time. So it was a little stressful, more for some of us than others.
Saturday morning we drove into town and found the venue. We also found M’s mom and her friend, and we were able to find a place to sit together. Then the ceremony started.
A lot of people marched into the auditorium. Various ages, races, backgrounds; some doing this for the first time after high school, most had waited a little while to begin as M did. Some waited even longer, as there were more than a few people who were Dad Goth’s and my age. There are always things that every graduation ceremony has in common. Boring speeches, the walk of destiny up to the stage to get their diploma/picture taken/taking in the families screaming each graduate’s name. Well, I don’t remember much of that with A’s kindergarten graduation, but I may have blanked that out. It’s been a while.
M got her diploma and we all cheered pretty loudly, even me (not known for being all that loud). Finally everybody had their piece of paper in their hands and their tassels on the other side of their caps, and we all left.
We found M and her friends afterwards. M’s friends are lovely, if a little overwhelming. In case you didn’t know, I’m a little shy and anxious when I meet people for the first time. Imagine if, after you’ve extended your hand to introduce yourself, having somebody wrap you in a bear hug and say “I’ve heard all about you. Thank you for taking such good care of our little girl!” I kind of lost it and started crying. It turned out that the two women had been with M when A was born, and were there when A was taken from the hospital by her cradle care family. Apparently they had also helped M choose us for A’s family.
Then we went to the park for a party afterwards. Lots of M’s friends, and some family (her uncle, aunt and a couple of cousins). A had a good time talking with one of M’s friends, her boyfriend and one of M’s second cousins (I think he was…10? 12, maybe?) about books, and Doctor Who, and books, and cats, and more books.
After 3 hours more than we expected to be there we finally went home. Hot, pretty tired, and grateful that A had a chance to meet more of her family.
That’s not the only thing that happened this weekend. I can’t write about the horrific massacre in an Orlando nightclub Saturday night/Sunday morning. I might write about it later, but not today. I’d rather remember this past weekend for the time we had on Saturday.