Some things (like making graduation plans for your son) are just not possible

We made hotel reservations today for our son's college graduation.  It had to be done.  As it is, the rented rooms are forty minutes from the college town. 



But I was avoiding the topic—preposterously thinking that if I didn't pay attention, this thing wouldn't come to pass.  That this child of mine—so loved, so dear, so smart—would not take yet another step away from the childhood I treasured.  I've just wanted time to stop.



But it does not, and we have made our reservations, and I will be a proud, emotional, grateful mother in that graduating mix next May.  I will be there, but when those caps get tossed, I don't expect to be able to see.