Almost two years ago, Coco marched with her University graduating class. So one would think… Right? “Mom,” I didn’t want to tell you,” she admitted, “but I didn’t actually get my diploma.” So that’s why when I cleaned the closet a few weeks ago, I’d found a forest green diploma folder from Cal Poly Pomona — empty.
I feigned a smile. But before it settled into disappointment, she said, “I took care of it. I had a grade to change, they weren’t going to give me my minor, and I had an incomplete I had to have removed. And I finally got it all done. I ended up graduating with high honors.”
Magna Cum Laude with an asterisk. What you don’t know can’t hurt you. Right?
A few years back when everyone had had the occasion to gather around the dinner table, it suddenly turned into a confessional. There were admissions of bumped bumpers, maybe a streak or two… More than a mother should ever have to know. There was the episode at the natural hot springs, and don’t even ask about the spray-painted goat from the petting zoo. Hadn’t they heard of the if I don’t know by now, then certainly don’t tell me years later policy?
Cheezy admitted he’d run away from home when he was seven. Wow, I hadn’t even missed him. I’d made sure to only have as many kids as I could count on one hand, and still I’d managed to come up one short.
But I guess it’s all about how they come out in the end. And I like each one of them. A lot. I’m just surprised they survived.
P.S. Gives credibility to my mom’s old saying, “God watches out for babies and fools.”
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I think we all have a couple of those situations. And why do the kids think it’s hilarious to tell us now?
It’s not too late to take away their allowances!