Blink and, Poof, They’re Grown: Milestones and Mumma Pride -

I had to catch myself again. Mid-moment, thought, and proud mumma tears. My oldest just graduated from university, and whew… that feeling? It’s bigger than words. The kind that makes you stop and say, “Wait, how in the heck did we get here already? Who approved this! I want names!”

Even the rain held off long enough to let us soak in the sun and snap a few outdoor photos, proof that the universe knew this was a moment worth capturing. And yes, I wore those toe-pinching, open-toe joints in the drizzle because even this mum showed up to celebrate her baby. Rain or not, we were going to shine. I’m so, so, so proud of her. For the late nights, the questioning of her choices (by her, not me), the rising again, and the growth I continued to see in her in real-time. This isn’t just about getting your degree, it’s a whole testimony. Onwards and upwards, babe. But don’t forget to enjoy your journey. All of it. You’ve earned every good thing coming your way.

And just as my heart was catching up to that milestone, here comes another. My youngest is heading to the graduation stage next week, high school cap and gown at-the-ready. Two chapters closing almost at once, and I’m just trying to stay present enough to feel it all. Time doesn’t just fly it sprints. So this is my reminder (to myself and maybe to you too): pause. Cry if you need to. Laugh hard. But celebrate, deeply. Take the unexpected pictures. The embarrassing video (just don’t post that. Gen Z don’t play about bad photos!) Wear the uncomfortable shoes… or whatever, that you love. Tell your people how proud you are, for just being them. And in those fleeting, sacred moments, catch yourself. Then cheer and scream like an obnoxious, madwoman! Big congratulations to all the grads out there!