My convocation is finally here. After five long years, I’ve finally earned a degree, a designation, and a certificate. Being able to walk across the stage is something I should be excited about. I should be excited about finally finishing a chapter of my life, but for the ceremony, I’m indifferent.
After my last exam, I just wanted to jump out of my chair and dance my way out of the room. Instead, I had to quietly walk out as my peers finish their exams. The first thing I did was call mom.
It was a conversation I could not forget.
It turned from excitement to tears. I was happy that I’m finally done my undergraduate studies. It was a huge sigh of relief. I can finally start the next steps of my life. I can finally do all the grown up stuff everyone else is doing: start a career and move out.
When I shared my excited with mommy, she was happier than me. Sharing her feelings, she did not think she would live to see me finish elementary or high school; being strong enough to see me graduate university is such a special moment for her. It brought me to tears hearing that for the first time. She was proud of me; I was just doing what I should do for our family. She stayed strong to see her daughter grow up with a mother. I’m blessed to have such a strong mom.
This June I walked across the stage, tall and proud, for my mom.