Hats Off!
Graduations make me teary, weary, and just plain PROUD
Hold onto your caps and gowns…
Graduation season is upon us! Whether you have a little(r) one being “promoted” from elementary or middle school, or a big(ger) one launching from High School or College, graduations are a gigantic deal.
I can say that right now because we don’t have a graduate crossing this threshold this year.
If I did have a graduate (or more than one at a time because #toomanychildren), I would not have one second to type out these words.
You know why? Graduations are fucking GO TIME. Pack a snack, slather on sunscreen, and strap on a diaper because you will be going from brunch to candlelit vigil, with meet and greet parties in between.
Emma graduated from the University of Richmond last May, and I swear to God, I barely remember what happened.
As moms, we are booking homes to accommodate our entire families, purchasing plane tickets and rental cars, all while losing three hours (this happens whilst traveling West to East Coast).
We are wrangling (many) ((grumpy)) people to get to an auditorium by a certain time, only to arrive and have ushers tell us that outside water bottles are not allowed inside the venue. This forces you to drop 7 hydro flasks and a stick of salami with a box of contraband wheat thins by the big Oak tree outside and hope they’ll be there after your kid graduates. #truestory
I am embarrassed to admit I missed my first child’s college graduation. No - I didn’t miss a flight. Yes, I thought she would be fine without us. If you’re judging me right now, I would be too. That mishap led to a heartfelt conversation that left me changed forevermore. Abby helped me understand - come hell or high water - I would make it to every.fucking.graduation.for.her.siblings.
NO MATTER WHAT.
no - matter - what.
N.M.W.
If you are off to celebrate a graduate, grab some flowers (hurry, there aren’t many left), throw some cash in a card, and hug them big from the Walsh tribe.
And to ALL the graduates of 2026 -
Your resilience, flexibility, and endurance astound us. Whatever the next step is on your path, we have complete faith that you will deliver the goods in your way, in your time.
Rest assured, we will be cheering the loudest for you… enough to embarrass you as we scream your name from the bleachers and your face turns 3 shades of scarlet. Because that’s what pride looks like when it hijacks your heart.
No one may have told you this yet, but you have already helped heal the world more than you will ever know. Thank you for demonstrating patience and forgiveness. We thank you for teaching us: your presence has been like soothing balm for our souls. We have seen where you have been and can’t wait to get the postcard from your next destination.
With all of our Love,
Moms, Dads, Brothers, Sisters, Grandparents, Aunties, Uncles, Cousins, Teachers, Aides, Tutors, Therapists, Youth Pastors, Coaches, Administrators, Ones who loved you like you were their own, and the babysitter who never forgot you
I’m going to sell water bottles and stuff at the high school graduation next week because I have a HS junior (the one you went to the baby shower for about 15 minutes ago). So I can be near the event and figure it out. Next year I have a high school graduation and the twins 8th grade graduation. Omg.
SUhweet! I think moms should just get up on the dais and tell it like it REALLY is, not quote Oh the places you'll go! BC They'll be going strong for a few months, then need a triple dose of REALITY! ANd mom's have got the corner on THAT! GOOOO TEAM WALSH!!!