Sunrise-Sunset

I should write a profound post today.  You see, my younger child is graduating from high school today.

I could talk about how it was only yesterday — swear to bog — I called from the hospital to tell Robert he had a little brother and Robert wanted to know why we had Pixel-cat with us.  That’s because for the first three months of his life, Marshall sounded just like the cat.

I could talk about the amazing signs of genius he showed as a toddler (doesn’t every mother have these stories?) or whatever the heck it was he mixed at three from household chemicals, which left a crater in our backyard at our last house.  (Also a sign of genius, but the kind that, well, doesn’t end well.  First thing I knew was the fountain of dirt at second floor height.)

We could talk about his special challenges, only he’d prefer me not to and I might be dependent on him in my old age.

We could talk about annus horriblis, aka sixth grade when we eventually had to bring him home to homeschool for a year.  Or we could talk about what a joy that year was, and how if I could have found a tutor for math, I’d have continued doing it, because he’s so much fun to run along with in an intellectual race.

But it’s late, I’m tired, I was writing till late, then getting his clothes ready, because tonight he could misplace his own head.  And tomorrow, after the ceremony, I’m finishing a story (which pretty much encapsulates the last seventeen years too.)

So, I’ll write another — better — blog post if I can find time halfway through tomorrow.

For now suffice it to say that I find it rather impossible that the YOUNGER kid is leaving high school, and that I’m SURE I’m nowhere near that old.  Must be some time compression device or… something.

Congratulations to E. Marshall Hoyt and to the rest of you — catch you on the flip side.

26 responses to “Sunrise-Sunset

  1. Give Marshall my congrats.

  2. Connie Cox

    Congratulations to Marshall and kudos to the family that nurtured him!

  3. Congratulations to Mr. Hoyt, and my compliments to your parents!

  4. Congratulations! Both of you.

  5. callanprimer

    Congratulations to all!

  6. Congratulations. I’m cool with home schooling, but its Achilles heel is the One Weak Subject of the parents. There are workarounds…

  7. Congrats! Now the really fun stuff starts . . . .

  8. Let me add my voice to the chorus of congratulations. And Pam Uphoff is right: now the really fun stuff starts… :-)

  9. What do you mean write a better blog?

    Congratulations. Kudos to both of you. Best wishes for his future endeavors, may he continue to be an over-comer and achieve his dreams.

    • Excuse, my bad. Please include husband and Robert in the congratulations and best wishes.

  10. Congratulations. Sounds like your youngest is already making his mark on the world. ;-)

  11. As Henry Jones senior said to Junior, “You left just when you started to get interesting.” As Pam said, now the fun begins.

    Mondo congratulations to the graduate.

    M

  12. Well done to all involved! And a big “huzzah!” to Marshall.

  13. Congrats to all!

  14. Congratulations to the high school: it survived.. For Marshall, Wass mich night Umbringt macht mich Staerker.

  15. “nicht” dammit.

  16. Funny how long 17 years looks going forward, and how brief it is in the rear view mirror. Congratulations to Marshall, Sarah, Dan, Robert and the High School. I am glad to know you are preparing yourself to be of service to our imminent robot overlords.

  17. Congratulations, Marshall! and don’t change your name, E. Marshall Hoyt is so cool!

  18. I’ll add my congratulations to the lucky young man, and to his parents for surviving to see it. I know quite well what it must have been like. I’m sure my parents would commiserate.

  19. Is this the little girl I carried,
    Is this the little boy at play?
    I don’t remember growing older,
    When did they?

    When did she get to be a beauty,
    When did he grow to be so tall?
    Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?

    Sunrise, sunset,
    Sunrise, sunset,
    Swiftly flow the days.
    Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
    Blossoming even as we gaze.

    Sunrise, sunset,
    Sunrise, sunset,
    Swiftly fly the years,
    One season following another,
    Laiden with happiness and tears.

    *hugs*

    • I started to grasp the idea of the eternal perspective when I realized I was incapable of looking at the Daughtorial Unit as a present moment snapshot, seeing her instead as an accretion of experience from birth to Now.

  20. Grats, Marshall! (And parents thereof. :) )