By the end of today (or tomorrow, if it pours all afternoon) my son will be a high school graduate. I will watch kids I have known since kindergarten march across the stage for their handshake and diploma, then I’ll go out to dinner with the village who helped Evan get there – relatives, friends, two babysitters who are now like family.
While I am off snapping photos and crying, I was hoping readers would leave some thoughts: about the ways you marked this milestone, this change in your relationship with the young man or woman who used to be your baby.
And while you are at it, any thoughts on rituals that have taken root in your family when you drop that near adult in his dorm at the end of the summer? Gifts you’ve left on pillows, meaningful notes tucked in underwear drawers, childhood teddy bears unearthed and nestled between the sheets of the extra-long twin bed.
What are the ways to say goodbye?