So today my son brings home his cap and gown for graduation. Of course I’m all excited about it, laying it on the island and smoothing my hands over the sealed plastic it’s folded in — as if I’m offering up a gift to the gods or something.
“Let’s take it out and hang it up so we can get the wrinkles out,” I suggest to someone who wasn’t really listening to me.
I didn’t want to break the seal on the package because on it was printed his name and high school along with the word “GRADUATE” — yes, all in caps. So I’m going through this near ritual of carefully opening the package, half expecting heavenly music to start playing, when my son announces, “I’m gonna go bring in the cans now.” Yeah, bringing the heavenly interlude to a screeching halt. So he escaped to take the trash cans into the garage while I finished my ceremonial unwrapping of his cap and gown.
I hung the black gown on a hanger and draped his school medallion on its gold ribbon. Then I grabbed the cap. I straightened the tassel, turned it upside down to see a message printed on cardboard inside the cap. “Congratulations on your graduation, from everyone at Jostens! Succeeding in education truly makes all the hard work and extra effort worthwhile. Hats off to you, from Jostens, on an outstanding accomplishment.”
I’m not embarrassed to say I was reduced to tears upon reading this cheesy commercial message inserted into the countless graduation caps they produce. These days it doesn’t take much. I’m an emotional rollercoaster!