It is the eve of my daughter’s fifth-grade graduation ceremony. I’m staring at a blank graduation card, frozen, pen in hand.
I can’t decide if it’s more daunting to have merely a 4” x 6” space to recognize her achievement, or that I have so much space to translate tears (both happy and sad) into ink worthy of the space provided.
To be sure, it’s just elementary school commencement. I don’t think I had one, and if I did, I certainly don’t remember it. But for a child with Down syndrome who consistently gave her all, supported by a school community who embraced her and made her challenges their own, it is a moment worth celebrating.Read more on themighty.com