Case in point, my grandmother could never get through a greeting card without wiping away a tear or two. Every family gathering was not dry when my grandmother would ask my father to sing Mother Machree. Especially the time he prefaced it with, "I think this is the first time I ever sang this sober."
I tried to keep it together during my sisters wedding and erupted with a sob because, well, I'm a sap.
Cue now trying to hold it together as my first born gets ready to leave the nest. Sure I'm all confident as the announcements come in and excuse myself to the bathroom. Then the Senior pictures come through and I'll retire to the deck. I tell myself to hold it together but the McKeon comes out every time.
Why am I tearing up as I make them a post prom brunch, what the heck?
When someone asks me where Wolfgang is going to college. I have to gulp first before answering.
Writing out graduation announcements.
Hiding behind Jeff as we take Senior Prom pictures.
Because I still see the little kid that would yell from his room at 4 o'clock in the morning, "Start day!"
The kid who's head was too big so he couldn't balance to walk and scooted across the floor. I'm still amazing we never nicknamed him Scooter.
Waiting on the front porch for the bus to come by.
Beanie.
I said to Jeff the other day, "How am I going to handle this? I'm a McKeon and you know all us Irish are total SAPS! I'm not going to make it through graduation.
"Believe me, you won't be the only one crying," is his reply. He's right, I'll be in good company.
I guess I'll just quietly hold it together, watch them grow wings and hope I did a good job. Then let the McKeon side take over.
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