Tonight, Bryce is getting his senior ring. While I am in a state of “how the hell did this happen so fast”, I am also swimming in pride. Children are like clay. You spend years molding them and then you stick them in the kiln to reveal the final product. Now, I am so grateful that my parenting skills are much better than how I sculpted clay. My mother still proudly displays one of my clay pieces that was suppose to be a candle yet looks more like a penis.
Tonight is a celebration marking his transition to his last year of high school. Yes, I will shed some tears. Yes, I will wonder how we got here so quickly. But, I am mindful that I need to be fully present. Not reminiscing in my head or projecting into the future, but absorbing this moment that marks another milestone.
I like Bryce. Now, everyone loves their children, but there may be times when liking them is a stretch. For me, I have always liked him – minus the first three years when he thought sleeping was optional. I like the person that he is, the heart that he encompasses, and his generous spirit. That is a true testament to the person that he is and the foundation that we provided. Tonight, Brian and I can pat ourselves on the back and know that whatever Bryce chooses to embark on, he will do it with a lot of thought, heart, and most of all, drive. He is very much like my father and what a man he was. There is much to celebrate today and always.