Sunday at approximately 2:15pm Jacob had diploma in hand and was a high school graduate. He was done with that chapter and so to were Danny and I. We completed our assignment. We successfully took three people home from the hospital, got them through 13 years of school, helped them become employed and turned them over to the world as productive, decent, hilarious people.
But this isn't about the job that Danny and I had. This is about Jacob. And I really should have written this earlier, but I was in freak out mode with behind couches to clean (check) and Harlow slobbered to wash off (uncheck). I was completely caught up in graduation party prep that I didn't stop to think about the graduate. I think that was on purpose because being a mom of the graduate is tough. Not as tough as it for the graduate though, I am sure.
Jacob was a familiar face in the halls of Bad Kissingen Elementary School long before he was a student. I volunteered full time which meant that he and Hayley were there full time as well. Hayley would often latch onto the principal and would go to the different classes with her. Jacob usually stayed with me in the volunteer room. Sometimes he would go to Mrs. Tamayo's room and play with her Play Mobil toys for the day. He rarely kept his shoes on, which is still a characteristic, and we would spend the last ten minutes of the day rounding up shoe ware. He loved being in the school. Jacob was a bit of a mascot.
When we moved back to Cedar Rapids, Jacob went to St. Matthew's for preschool. Funny that his preschool classroom was my old seventh and eighth grade classroom. Glad those walls couldn't talk. Jacob thrived at St. Matthew's, especially in the social arena. He married a nice little Breitbach girl on a weekly basis.
He then went to pre-kindergarten at Monroe. He was a Bobcat for a few months. It was a wonderful program for those on the cusp of kindergarten. When we moved to West Des Moines in November, there was no such program so Jacob went to kindergarten twice. He would say that he was held back, but that wasn't the case. We knew that we wanted him to wait a year for kindergarten as he was a little guy and the extra time would do him good. Funny that he didn't really catch up physically to his peers until the last couple years of school.
Jacob was at Rex Mathes for three years and then transferred to Fair Meadows when we moved. He graduated from there in sixth grade and went on the Stilwell for seventh and eighth grade. Ninth grade was spent at Southwoods, the ninth grade school (maybe the dumbest idea ever). He finished his career at Valley High School. Graduating two days ago.
Throughout Jacob's career, one expression was consistent, "Jacob has quite the sense of humor." We frequently joked that he got by on his charm and good looks and I believe that is true. His teachers loved him, he made them laugh and they seemed to let things slide (as did we) more than they (and we) should have. The year that Danny was deployed and the year Ashlyn was under the weather seemed to be particularly soft years for the boy.
And now in a few short months he is off to university. Iowa State University to be exact. I won't have instant access to his grades. I won't know how much money is in his lunch account. I won't know if something was turned in late. I won't know when he slept in, or skipped class. It is all on him to be in control of the remainder of his career. I won't receive five to ten emails from the school. I won't have to try and remember the different days and won't wake him up early on a day he didn't have to go to school until second hour (sorry).
Oh, I think Jacob will be just fine at ISU. There will be some serious adjustments that he will need to make. He will live with two other people in a room about the size of the one he is in now with Gregory (the zombie). He will have to find his own answers because I won't know anything. He will be his own man. A grown ass man. AN ADULT. He will find his way. He will walk into (or stumble upon) some fantastic adventures. He will thrive. I know he will.
I watched Jacob at his grad party. He hugged everyone, most twice. He has an infectious smile. He could speak to adults that he didn't know like a pretty normal young man and yet never let go of that which makes him so very Jacob. I was so proud of him. I am so proud of him.
So Congratulations Graduate. I will not quote the stack of cards you received though what they say is true- reach for dreams, succeed, the places you'll go etc. I will just say this, Jacob. Have a blast, go to class, join a club, don't eat too much, don't drink too much, stay off drugs, make friends, keep friends, be kind, go to the library, turn in your work, find a job, don't park illegally, brush your teeth, don't dry your Union Jack sweater, see live music, play live music, keep your record collection under control, go to class, answer my texts (I worry), come visit your dog, buy an extra phone charger, have a blast. Did I say that one twice? I think I repeated the important stuff.
Jacob, you are a special kind of something and I love you! Seriously, have a blast!
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Hey Up There...Happy Mother's Day
The last eight Mother's Days have been spent in silent conversation with my mom. Nothing lengthy, usually just a Happy Mom's Day, a quick update on my own mom adventures, the standard "sorry I was such a shit" apology and then the overwhelming regret that my mom has missed so much. I try to hold it together, but I never do.
I say the last eight years because my mom has been dead that long. But she had been gone much longer than that. She was robbed of so much more mom time, grandma time than the past eight years. The disease that took her, took her just a little at a time. We knew we had to say our good byes over and over again because one can linger for ever in that bitch of a place called dementia. I think it fortunate that my mom did not linger, she was able to stay in her home longer than most, she was able to know most of her children and knew her husband, maybe til the end. Her siblings still could visit her and she was able to receive Holy Communion for a long time. Those are the blessings that I have to pull out of all the unfairness of her last years.
I was not around much ever. My sisters took the brunt of it as they are now with my dad. I think about these rolls we have taken on, a lot. It isn't fair- that they are there and I am not. But life isn't like that. Whereas my sisters have a million wonderful and horrible moments with my mom, I have just a few of both that are scattered throughout the 16 years of my adult gypsy life.
So here I am on Mother's Day morning just thinking about you, Mom. And I am sad that I cannot interrupt your magazine reading with a conversation. I am so sad that I cannot turn off Doctor Zhivago (because you weren't watching it anyway, resting eyes, right) and talk to you. I can't follow you into the kitchen and learn some of your secrets. But lets be honest, you were a horrible teacher in the kitchen. You had zero patience for less than perfect measuring and stirring. As much as I was fascinated by your apple slicing abilities, I always felt inferior in that place.
I am sad that I don't really know how much you know. Can you really see all that we do? Do you know that I have been so successful at love and marriage? Do you know what your grandkids are doing? Do you know or are you just a spirit that is free from all the earthly bindings? If that's the case, I am going to be so mad because I believe you know. I believe that you have seen all the tragedy and triumphs that make us. I believe that you have been in the hospital rooms, and in the Knapp Center, you were at ISU last December and you will be present in two weeks when Jacob graduates. I believe that you have disapproved of every bit of ink we have gotten. I believe that you appreciate that I plant geraniums every year for you.
I believe that you did the best you could for me and with me as I do with my own. Being a mom isn't easy, but man, it is a blast. I wish that we could have shared more of it together. I wish that we would have both made different decisions at times, but that's how it goes. I love you and appreciate all that you taught me, did for me, and put up with me. Happy Mother's Day!
I say the last eight years because my mom has been dead that long. But she had been gone much longer than that. She was robbed of so much more mom time, grandma time than the past eight years. The disease that took her, took her just a little at a time. We knew we had to say our good byes over and over again because one can linger for ever in that bitch of a place called dementia. I think it fortunate that my mom did not linger, she was able to stay in her home longer than most, she was able to know most of her children and knew her husband, maybe til the end. Her siblings still could visit her and she was able to receive Holy Communion for a long time. Those are the blessings that I have to pull out of all the unfairness of her last years.
I was not around much ever. My sisters took the brunt of it as they are now with my dad. I think about these rolls we have taken on, a lot. It isn't fair- that they are there and I am not. But life isn't like that. Whereas my sisters have a million wonderful and horrible moments with my mom, I have just a few of both that are scattered throughout the 16 years of my adult gypsy life.
So here I am on Mother's Day morning just thinking about you, Mom. And I am sad that I cannot interrupt your magazine reading with a conversation. I am so sad that I cannot turn off Doctor Zhivago (because you weren't watching it anyway, resting eyes, right) and talk to you. I can't follow you into the kitchen and learn some of your secrets. But lets be honest, you were a horrible teacher in the kitchen. You had zero patience for less than perfect measuring and stirring. As much as I was fascinated by your apple slicing abilities, I always felt inferior in that place.
I am sad that I don't really know how much you know. Can you really see all that we do? Do you know that I have been so successful at love and marriage? Do you know what your grandkids are doing? Do you know or are you just a spirit that is free from all the earthly bindings? If that's the case, I am going to be so mad because I believe you know. I believe that you have seen all the tragedy and triumphs that make us. I believe that you have been in the hospital rooms, and in the Knapp Center, you were at ISU last December and you will be present in two weeks when Jacob graduates. I believe that you have disapproved of every bit of ink we have gotten. I believe that you appreciate that I plant geraniums every year for you.
I believe that you did the best you could for me and with me as I do with my own. Being a mom isn't easy, but man, it is a blast. I wish that we could have shared more of it together. I wish that we would have both made different decisions at times, but that's how it goes. I love you and appreciate all that you taught me, did for me, and put up with me. Happy Mother's Day!
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