One Last Graduation . . .
My youngest child Victoria . . . no more a “child,” to be sure . . . graduated from James Madison University on Saturday, with her older already-anointed brothers looking on with pride. It’s hard to believe this was the angsty teen who four years ago in her first dorm room was putting her stuff back into the boxes as fast as her Mom was taking it out, insisting she wanted to go home.
Somehow we all survived that first month and she made the Dean’s List. Fourteen months later she was off to London on her own for a semester of history, literature, theater and pub crawling. Then it was the rigors of two years of regimented nursing school curriculum, and now she’s a BSN – or Bitchin’ Sexy Nurse, as I like to say. And a good one, apparently, because INOVA Alexandria wants her on the Labor & Delivery floor badly enough to drop an open RN2 position to pick her up as a fresh grad. She must have impressed them when she interned there last summer, and did her student nursing there afterwards. She impresses me, that’s for sure.
But I might be just a little biased, perhaps. A father’s prerogative.
Themocracy
Yup, except we expect Vicky to be home for a year or so as she gets her routine established and her savings built up – or so goes the plan . . .
Congratulations Mom and Dad to a third graduate in your family. Yea, they are all out of the house and you two are empty nesters. I thought it was great when it happened and family is always welcomed home at any time. You’ll have places to visit and enjoy the kids new adventures as they are on their own. Suz