My youngest son graduated Saturday. As I was looking through pictures, I came across one of Casey and me. His eyes were red and his smile forced. It was the Christmas breakfast of his 6th grade year. It still pains my heart to see the picture–yet it is still one of my most favorite images. It reminds me of the extraordinary power of being a mom.
I was running a bit late that morning. I forget if I got the time mixed up or if I was just running late. I did not realize I had missed several phone calls from him. What I did not know was that he was upset. He thought his mom was a no show.
When I finally showed up, he was in tears. I had him step outside and I hugged him and apologized. In between his tears he told me that he thought I was not going to show up. What made me feel even worse was that he thought he would get in trouble for crying. I assured him that he would not and that I goofed. I begged his forgiveness.
I don’t know if this moment is etched in his memory as it is in mine. But it is a reminder to me of the power of a mom to make or break a moment
Congratulations Casey! I am so proud of you!