Harvest Time

…as in the “Fruit of my Loins”…

Major transition this weekend.  Girl Child graduates from university!

Over 20 years in the making...

Over 20 years in the making...

Hooplah!  Huzzah!!

Proud Pop, obviously.   Increased a bit by finding out that Daughter Person was recognized by her Political Science department as one of two Top Senior PoliSci students.  She was happy with the $500 honorarium that went along with it.  Extra fun comes in that Boy Child was able to take vacation time and will be flying in just a few hours from this posting.  We’ll get to spend at least a bit of his visit just hanging out together.  Very cool.

Of course, as seemingly typical in my life, there’s no good thing that goes without a bit of boat rocking—and forgive me for sharing this minor downer, but had to share.  Girl Child’s maternal grandparents are coming in for the graduation ceremony.  That’s not a bad thing.  What got my hackles up was a conversation with Boy Child…seems ex-father-in-law sent both he and Girl Child an e-mail which said, “I don’t want to see your father while I’m there.”   While a very fair statement (I’m not exactly thrilled at the chance of seeing him either), the fact that he laid that on my kids—on my daughter’s special day—pissed me off big time.  Both kids, having been raised peacemakers by me, started stressing about how they would have to make that happen.  Boy Child called me and I assured him that I was entirely flexible and had zero demands other than actually seeing Girl Child graduate…I’d even sit alone.  A great relief, as the kids could gauge the situation and make a decision without worrying about what I would think/feel/be angry about.   But, he’s a twit (I like better what my best friend referred him as being – A Douchenozzle!! ).

So, the last of my (known) progeny is soon out of school and officially on her way in life.

I will revel with pride over her accomplishment.  Hell, I am already.

They grow up so (too?) quickly.

Next stop for her? Peace Corps…

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7 Responses to “Harvest Time”

  1. Sassy Miss P Says:

    That’s awesome Gnu. Well the bit about Girl Child graduating and you getting time to spend time with your kids. The ex FIL sounds like an arse. I’d pay him no attention at all. Of course blowing big fat raspberries at him behind his back can also be liberating. Either way, and whatever you do, hope it’s a great weekend ..

  2. hisqueen Says:

    Great Parental Job!!! sound like well rounded balanced kids..
    Ignore previous IL’s–they have to just get over it. No need to make eye contact just go on your merry way.
    Have a great weekend!!!

  3. daisyfae Says:

    W00t! happy news… and your critters have unfortunately seen first hand one of the things you had to deal with while married. best to stay quiet and be flexible and smile a lot while ex-FIL drops trouser and shows his hairy ass…

  4. Rob Says:

    Congrats all around gnukid. They do grow up fast, don’t they? To think I have children that are getting close to 30 years old. Wait! How old does that make me? Um, ancient.

  5. silverstar98121 Says:

    Good for you for not being an asshole like your FIL. Congratulations on getting them all fledged and out of the nest.

  6. mstngsal22 Says:

    What an ass that he did that. My Mom used to pull stuff like that on my sister and I – put us in the middle. Completely stressed us out and made us feel guilty and awkward and sad. You did absolutely the right thing by telling your kids to just go with it and Not. To. Worry. You’re a good Daddy (of a grad!!! Yay!!!) and they WILL remember this.

  7. nursemyra Says:

    that’s a lousy thing for your FIL to say. He should be ashamed of himself. And you should be as proud of your lovely daughter as I know you are

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