“Moooom, we gotta go!”
“Have the dogs been out?” my daughter shot back from another room.
“Yes, mom,” Nathan volleyed in quick succession. “We're gonna be late!”
The apple rarely falls far from the tree I mused as my granddaughter perused my handiwork before offering a smile of satisfaction. She took off downstairs in search of a pair of shoes. I grabbed my camera and headed in the same direction, thanking my lucky stars I was one step removed from the din of dissonance. Absolved of a leading role, I now had fewer lines to flub with three lively preteens and one anxious, very-soon-to-be high school graduate.
“I got it covered, Mom,” came the reply. “Let’s go!”
“Wait, Nathan” I interjected. “I need pictures with your mom and Chris.”
Nathan’s eyes rolled in the classic form of frustration perfected by adolescents worldwide before he took the lead and proceeded outside with his family one step behind.
My daughter’s next volley seemed to only add fuel to the fire. “We have two hours Nathan to cover twenty-five miles.”
“Moooom, there’s going to be a ton of traffic. We need to go.”
At that moment, I really, really relished my supporting role in the comedy/tragedy/action/drama/based-on-real-life play now in its first act.
We piled into two cars, making good time covering the twenty-five miles of heavy stop-and-go traffic headed into downtown Denver. One high school after another was scheduled to graduate hundreds of tomorrow’s leaders at Denver University’s Ritchie Center. Our ticket secured us a spot at the magic hour of 4:00 pm.
Life’s pivotal moments are indeed often frenzied, poignant, and cause for celebration.