This is the woman who not only gave birth to me, took me to the theater and let me use all of her scarves as I created doll houses by draping them over game boards, but who also equipped me with saddle oxfords, loafers, heels and steel-toed hiking boots to use as needed.
Steel-toed hiking boots aren't *just* for hiking, you know.
For my college graduation, she didn't gift me with a briefcase or laptop, oh no. She gave me purple cowboy boots, and I've worn them on every Purple Day celebrated with my Super Stars since I began teaching twenty years ago.
She has encouraged me to not only talk the talk, but walk the walk as I make my way with my own family, friends, colleagues, and students. Thanks to her inspiration, I'm wearing wonderful footwear and am always well accessorized with a giant ring, pearls, or a brooch as I do it.
That's right. Today my eldest graduates from college for the first time: he's already been accepted into a master's program. Our family and friends are enormously proud of him. He's accomplished this goal on his own terms, in his own way, via his own steam. My description might not sound all lovey-dovey and full of warm fuzzies, but it's accurate: he's kicked ass.
I'm not going to give you advice Nathaniel. I'm just going to tell you that I love you. Then I'm going to hit "publish" on this post so I can put an adorable (yet not embarrassing) baby picture of you out on the web because hey, that's what incredibly relieved proud mothers do when their babies graduate.