It’s something upredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.-Billy Joe Armstrong, Green Day (They are the “shit”.)
I’m sitting in the bleachers of the high school gym. I’m a bit anxious. I’m overpowered by memories, emotions, and scents. Why does every gym you step into smell the same? Today is my “other” daughter’s graduation. She is so smart! She’s beautiful, but doesn’t think she is. I love her! She has been through so much the last couple of years. I’ve done my very best to be her support, but not take over. You see she was Linda’s daughter. So that sort of makes her mine, too.
David and Charlene are sitting next to me. Adam Boy, Ally, and Alex are sitting on the bleachers in front of us. They are talking about their futures. The lawyer, the writer, the nurse. Seems they all just graduated from high school. A baby sits to my left and she’s flirting with me. I flirt back. Give her a sweet smile. Tell her hi. I try to wink, but my winker doesn’t work. I’ve never been able to wink. Ever. It just makes me look dorky.
I give love and hugs to my two girls from the 313. We’re from the D, so don’t fuck with us. Okay, so we’re from the T. But we’re still pretty bad ass. Don’t mess with Swim Mommas. We will mess ya up.
Claire finds us. Runs to Adam Boy. Gives him the tightest hug ever. Then she heads off to get in the processional. As we’re waiting for the ceremony to begin, I think of Linda. I feel her all around me. She takes my hand, tells me thank you for taking care of her baby girl. I’ve done what I can. What I thought was right.
So today I root for Claire. For her future. For her past. For the profound love I feel for her. Good luck my lovely and smart Claire. Daughter of my heart. I love you and I’m so proud of you. We all are.