It is now past midnight on November 12, which means I’m graduating today.
I never intended to do a Masters, but here I am. I get to add letters after my name. I’m graduating today, and neither my father nor my grandfather will be there to see it.
The man who helped to raise me and constantly told me he was proud, not matter how much I felt like a failure. And the man who never actually told me he was proud of me and probably thought I was a failure at several points in my life.
But you know who will be there?
A little girl who thinks I’m awesome. A little girl who is sure that I am the best mom ever and believes that I can do anything – and that she, by extension, can do anything.
And when we’re together, I kind of believe that too.