About a week ago, Warren came home and promptly said "Oh, Mommy. I'm gonna be so nervous. I have to stand up in the very middle and say 'Attention, Sawute, Pwedge! And, I'm gonna be so embawwassed. " And, like most, we thought "Oh, how cute! Buddy, you'll be fine!" So, the night before graduation, Warren got his bath and got ready for a good night's sleep, so he would be ready for his big day. Little did we know that he was so nervous about his speaking part, that he had made himself sick. He came crawling in our bed around 2:45am complaining of a tummy ache....and was up all night with an upset stomach. So, as we watched the graduation ceremony we sat on pins and needles. He was extremely tired....would he be able to make it through the ceremony without falling asleep and/or yawning the whole time? And, if he stayed awake, would he "choke" on his speaking part? We didn't give him enough credit. He did great! In fact, it couldn't have been any more perfect. And, poor kid was justifiably nervous, as he was the only student in the whole graduating class who had a speaking part! When he finished, you could hear a quiet sigh from our row. (Of course both grandmas and great-grandma had to come for graduation...while grandpa and great-grandpa were watching from the "balcony.") After the pomp and circumstance was over, and the sanctuary began to clear out, we realized that we were the only ones not taking our child home for the rest of the day. So, mom took a half day and took him home with her. Not thirty minutes after I left them, I received a text from mom telling me that Warren got sick and threw up. Poor guy had worked himself up so much over his three words that he was sick before and after the two minutes of fame.
Amid all the sickness and sleepless nights, his graduation was a precious and sweet time to celebrate his accomplishments so far...and send him off on the right foot to continue his success! Thank goodness no one listened to me and saved graduation for high school, when it really counts!
