“Excuse me, I think I am supposed
to be dancing with my daughter”, the tall panic-stricken man explained to my
friend after he almost knocked her over in his frantic search for his
daughter. He looked around and realized
that the high school graduates were still dancing with their escorts and that
the graduates/parents dance had not yet started. He relaxed a little, content in the knowledge
that he had not, in fact, ruined his daughter’s graduation night by not being
at the right place at the right time.
Those of
you who have attended a small town grad will understand the panic the father
was in. Last Friday, I was in a nearby
small town, attending my husband’s nephew’s graduation. With only twenty or so graduates, smaller
high school graduations are heavy on tradition and sentimentality, from the
slide show in which each student is showcased from early childhood through
grade twelve to each graduate walking off the stage to present their mother
with a rose, the tears flow easily and family pride is evident.
A couple songs later, it was time for the graduates/parents dance and the father who had
bulldozed his way over my friend, stepped onto the dance floor to claim his
daughter. As I watched them dancing, I
couldn’t help but smile. It was evident
in the easy way they danced and laughed together that they were very
close. It was also evident that they had
danced together many times over the years.
She was tall and dark haired like her father and they danced
beautifully.
As I
watched them, these two people I have never met but for some reason fascinated
me, I was quite sure that the Dad was a little shocked at the beautiful young
lady in his arms. He no doubt was
wondering where the years went. One day
she was starting kindergarten, the next she was dancing with him in her dying
days of high school. I imagined he was
remembering the first time he danced with her, likely with her feet on his as
he guided her through their living room.
He looked proud and sad all at the same time; proud of the young women
she had become and sad at losing the child she had been.
Throughout
the province during the months of May and June, this scene will be replayed in
every small town as communities gather to acknowledge the accomplishments of
their graduates and celebrate their success. There is something to be said for small
graduating classes. Most of the students
have been together since kindergarten in the same school that their parents
attended. Many are related to each
other. There is a closeness in these
classes which is impossible in larger city schools. Because of the small number of students, the
ceremony itself focuses on each student individually and each has his or her
time to shine. Whether you know all the
students or only one, by the end of the evening you feel connected to all of
them and have likely shed a tear or two with them.
For
families of high school graduates this is a bittersweet time. Enjoy the celebrations, reminisce, laugh and
cry, then set your graduate free to take on the world. You have been preparing them for this for the
past eighteen years - job well done.
Celebrating with our graduates . . .
it’s a good thing!